Page 80 of Sweet Hate
I take a step toward him, his eyes widening a fraction as he tracks my movement without so much as moving a finger.
Another step.
Am I doing this?
Risking everything for one more kiss?
One more step.
The tension bleeds from his body, his arms relaxing to his sides.
Last one.
Directly in front of him now, I grip the edges of his soft leather jacket. Standing on my tiptoes, I tilt my chin up toward him and tug, pulling him closer. He lowers his head and waits, standing practically nose to nose. He makes no move to kiss me first, neither of us seemingly breathing.
Here goes nothing.
I press my lips to his for the second time in two days, and again, sparks fly through me. I stroke my tongue against the seam of his lips, and he immediately opens up. His arms circle my body, one hand falling to my butt before he picks me up and straightens to his full height, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist.
He groans into my mouth, taking full control of the kiss as he strides across the room and pushes me up against the wall. His tongue assaults mine while his hips pin me in place. There’s no mistaking his erection pressing into me. I stroke his stubbled jaw, before sinking my fingers into the long, dark hair on top of his head. I grip it tight, making another growl rumble from deep inside his chest.
He bites at my lip in response, while his hand collars my neck and tightens. Damn, I love the feel of his strong hand wrapped around my throat. I want him to tighten it, to leave his marks there. A moan slips out as intense need crashes through me. I grind against his hard cock but I need more friction. I needeverything. Why the hell did I have to wear this stupid pair of pants today. The silky material has me sliding all over his dick, but not in the satisfying way I want to be. If he wasn’t holding me so tight, I’d probably fly off him.
We keep kissing frantically, his hips thrusting harder against me while his hand glides down my neck to slide under my top. He grazes my breast and I break our kiss on a moan.
Axel groans, his thrusts erratic, while his fingers tug at my nipple. He kisses me again, hard, stealing my breath.
“No. Not like this. We need to stop Sprinks.”
His hand falls away, leaning his forehead against mine, as we both struggle to catch our breath.
Killing it at decision making, Haven.
Considering I’m clinging to him like a koala, with his rock hard cock pinning me to the wall, I would say dare was a really bad decision.
Or a good one, it depends which Haven you’re asking.
There’s no way of running out of here to avoid this situation now, even if I wanted to.
Although, right now, my thoughts are more on riding then running if I’m brutally honest.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that,” he grinds out staring into my eyes, his expression wild and shocked. “Haven I…shit. Well, I…” He looks adorable, his brow furrowed in frustration as he trips over his words.
“Hey, big guy, you might wanna put me down before we talk?” I stroke the white lock off his forehead and watch his eyes widen in realization before a smirk spreads across his face again. “I don’t know, I think I like you right here. It’s not everyday I almost come in my pants from dry humping you know.” he chuckles, thrusting his dick against me, before easing back from the wall, still keeping me locked around his hips.
He walks to the nearest chair and kicks it away from the table before sitting down with me straddling his lap. Déjà vu hits me hard. No less than twenty-four hours later and here I am, sitting on top of his dick again.
“Haven, I feel like I’ve cocked this up already. It wasn’t my intention to almost fuck you against the wall just now, but I do want to talk about it.” Pausing, he sucks in a breath. “I’m not alone in this attraction, right?”
He tilts his head, studying my face waiting for me to respond. I mean, you’d have to be blind to not see how much I fancy the pants off him. I nod, not entirely sure where he’s going with this.Where do I want it to be going?
“I can’t say I’ve been a saint since you left,” he swallows, a sharp pang of jealousy stabs me. That’s not entirely what I was expecting him to lead with. And I probably shouldn’t feel this way, I didn’t wait around either, but I don’t want the reminder of him playing hide the sausage with anyone else.
I don’t notice I’m chewing my lip until he tugs it out before continuing. “But I can safely say that no one has rocked my world like you do, Sprinks.”
Wait, what? My jaw drops open in shock but before I can respond, he continues.
“I’m not proposing a relationship—we can’t commit to that for different reasons, and that’s totally cool. But how would you feel about maybe just hanging out? A friends,” He lightly pecks my lips, “With,” Another peck. “Benefits,” a third brush of his lips against mine to punctuate that word. “Situation?”
