Page 64 of Reckless Hate

And since she wasn’t used to riding a bike, it wasn’t safe to ride on the winding roads of the mountains. As soon as she stopped, his hand came forward and held a handle so she could let go. She got down the bike.

She turned to him to say they should be heading back, but her voice died inside her throat. He remained seated on the bike, looking at her. And the cocky smirk was missing from his handsome, chiseled face.

The air suddenly felt charged.

She didn’t know who moved first. There was a loud thud, and the next moment, their mouths met hungrily.

Her every nerve ending buzzed with shocking need and excitement. His tongue swept into her mouth, and the taste of him instantly filled her senses. A moan escaped from her throat, and she met his tongue with hers.

Their tongues tangled, causing her stomach to quiver along with the place between her legs.

She was addicted to his taste and the sensations his touch caused. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him the same way he felt her when he made her climax. Her nails dug into his soft leather jacket and pushed it apart. Her hands then slipped under his t-shirt.

A deep masculine groan emitted from his throat when she ran her fingers over his hard, muscled abs. The ferocity of his kiss grew even more. She could feel his rough stubble grazing against her soft skin, but she didn’t care. She didn’t know how it happened, but as they grabbed at each other, she felt herself falling, and her back met with the soft sand.

The fall jarred her slightly but barely noticed. All she wanted was to feel her enemy’s hard body covering hers. Their mouths met hungrily again and again. Even though her lips felt slightly swollen, she couldn’t stop from sucking on his addicting taste.

Her body quivered when his fingers flicked open the front buttons of her jumpsuit, and his warm, rough palm cupped her breast. The aroused tip hardened painfully, and the place between her legs began to throb harder. She moved restlessly under him wanting and seeking something elusive. Her nails dug into his back as the raw need grew inside her.

She knew what she wanted but didn’t know how to achieve it. As though he also knew what she wanted, his hand moved lower. Her stomach quivered when his hand went past and disappeared into her panties. A thick finger slipped inside her, and she cried out as sparks of pleasure traveled across her body. Her back arched off the sand while her legs spread to give him more access. His mouth left hers, and before she could protest, she felt his lips enclosing around her exposed breast. He sucked on the aroused tip.

Oh God!

Her body shook with an intensity that rivaled the previous night. The feel of his finger inside her and the rough graze of his teeth and tongue over her breast pushed her to the edge. She exploded.

She didn’t know how long she lay there with her body shaking and trembling under her enemy. When the tremors slowly reduced in intensity, her body felt boneless. She noticed the harsh breaths of her enemy against her ear and could feel his hard arousal against her stomach. She froze.

What the hell am I doing?

More than what she was doing, she was shocked by who she was doing it with.

Merde!

She struggled under him and tried to push him away. He rolled to the side, and she immediately got up. Her enemy was watching her, lying on the sand with his body tensed.

Her cheeks heated when she noticed his eyes were on her bare breasts. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled the jumpsuit together and began buttoning it. Some of the buttons were missing since her enemy had yanked it apart rather than being careful.

When she was dressed, she took a deep breath. “It’s a mistake. I guess I got carried away with the bike ride.”

Her long-held childhood dream came true. But the guy responsible for it was no longer her best friend. They were enemies who hated each other. She still hated him.

But even as she repeated those words like a chant, her body still buzzed with the small tremors of her climax her enemy’s touch had caused.

She looked at him as he continued to lay on the sand with a clenched jaw. A flash of guilt passed through her knowing the obvious bulge between her enemy’s legs was the cause of his pain.

She also knew she could return the favor and touch him there to relieve his pain. She sucked in a deep breath as she imagined it.

“It’s getting late,” she said, beginning to feel oddly breathless. “Let’s go back.”

Gritting his teeth, he got up in a smooth move. He didn’t say anything. Her face heated when he went towards his fallen bike. She realized it must have fallen on the sand when they fell on each other to kiss and grab at one another.

What is happening to me?

Never did she imagine she would behave in such a way or feel the intense desire.

The bike started with a powerful kick. With slightly shaking legs, she went and sat behind her enemy. As soon as she wrapped her arms around his torso, she felt his muscles tense and jump underneath. But before she could think of holding on to something else, he accelerated the bike and took off.

The ride must have been only a few minutes, but it felt much longer. Her heart raced as mixed emotions ran through her. The events of the night left her shaken.

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