Hate to Love You, Page 27

  His hand touched the bed beside me, a knowing smirk in his eyes. “Yeah?”

  I started to repeat what I said earlier, but his hand slid under my leg and I stopped on a gasp. The feel of him sent shivers through me, blasting my insides, and I bit down on my lip, groaning. His fingers tightened their hold, and his other hand slid under me. He moved me farther up in the bed, following behind and kneeling over me.

  I let out a soft sigh. Hunger licked my insides, fanning the flame that only leapt for him. Running a hand down his chest, my fingers felt and lingered over every dip between his muscles. He really was so gorgeous.

  It wasn’t that I forgot.

  It was that he became better looking to me every day. It was startling some days, and when others reacted to him, I remembered it wasn’t just me. But he was mine, and I started grinning, thinking about how that came about.

  “What are you laughing at?” His lips were almost on mine.

  I curled a hand around his neck, falling down to the pillow and pulling him with me. His body came down, half-resting on me, and his lips instead moved to my shoulder. He grazed a kiss there, his hand sliding under my shirt and pushing it up as he sought out my breast. I almost groaned again when he cupped one of them, moving the bra out of his way, and his thumb began to rub over my nipple.

  “I’m laughing at how much I hated you in the beginning.”

  He sat up, his mouth moving over my shoulder to my neck. He trailed kisses down to my throat.

  I raked my fingers through his hair, half-holding him there, and half-wanting to pull him up to my lips. I waited, my breaths becoming increasingly shallower and shallower.

  “I don’t even know why I hated you.”

  He stopped, lifting his head. He was so close, a whisper away, and I wanted to touch my lips to his so badly it was almost a physical pain. I still didn’t. I still held off.

  “I think you hated me because—”

  He cut himself off, and my eyes almost bulged out. I caught the sides of his face in my hands. “You can’t stop there. Finish what you were going to say.”

  He shook his head, raising himself up again so he was almost towering over me. “It’s nothing.” He bent and his lips caught mine.

  Oh—hmmm!

  “No. I want to know.”

  He didn’t answer, just opening his mouth and his kisses grew more demanding. His tongue slid inside, and as he began to take over, I was barely conscious of him pulling my shirt up until he paused. I moved back so he could pull it the rest of the way and over my head, then he was back. His lips fused with mine, and he worked at my bra. He slowed down, letting the bra straps slide down my arms and acting as a caress.

  It worked.

  Sensations trailed behind them until he tossed it to the floor, as well. His mouth moved from my lips—licking, tasting, nipping down my throat and between my breasts until he caught one of them in his mouth.

  A deep groan ripped from me.

  I was holding on to every touch and taste from him. His tongue swirled around my nipple.

  I almost lost it, wanting to grab his hair again.

  “Hmmm, no.” He sensed my thoughts and caught my hands. He pinned them down by my head, kissing and lavishing over my breast. “You don’t get to distract me.”

  I laughed, the sound weak even to my ears. “You’re killing me.”

  “Goddamn, not enough.” A low growl emitted from him, and I felt his teeth scrape over my nipple.

  My back surged up, arching and pressing against him. He chuckled, but moved back down with me when I rested on the bed again. “Shay.” A half-growl from me. I began moving against him, locking my legs around his waist. We both had our jeans on, but I was wondering why. I ground against him, trying to evoke a response where he’d put us both out of our misery.

  He laughed, his breath coating my breast. “You can keep it up, Princess. I’m still going to worship you.”

  Princess.

  I groaned. I wasn’t one for cute nicknames, but that one worked, and my ache just took on a whole other level.

  I was growing more and more desperate. I could feel him. He was rock-hard and pressing against me. Lower his jeans, move aside his boxer briefs, pull my jeans and underwear down, and I could get him to sink into me. He was straining there, pressing right where I wanted him, but it was as if he wasn’t aware of his own needs. He moved to my other breast, catching it in his mouth, and his tongue and teeth assaulted me all over again.

  “Shay.” I groaned, arching my neck up. A whimper left me.

  A guttural scream was building in my throat. I felt it coming. It was going to tear free, and everyone downstairs would know what we were doing.

  “Shay!”

  He laughed, finally releasing my hand as his fingers stroked over my stomach. I trembled there, right under his palm, and he moved, so agonizingly slow, slipping one finger under my jeans. Then the other. A third finger. He moved them back and forth, tracing circles. It was torture, pure and simple.

  “If you don’t do something with those fingers, I’m going to—” I was panting, lifting my head to look him in the eye.

  He was smirking. He was so damned cocky, but I saw a wildness in there, too. It was laying on the outside edges, as if he was holding that back. I couldn’t endure this much longer. The need to touch him back was growing in me, threatening to overcome any control I might’ve still had.

  I slipped my hands from his, pushing up against him.

  We rolled, and I was on top this time. I straddled him, gazing down at his perfect features. My legs were snug against his, but I sank farther down, feeling him rising up into me. He wanted inside me as much as I did, and my fingers went to his jeans. I toyed with the button and zipper.

  His ice-blue eyes were nearly black as he watched me. “You’re going to play with me now?”

  “Maybe.” I bit down on my lip to keep my own cocky smile from showing. I got it. I did. The control, the power . . . they were addicting. I could ride him how I wanted. I could play with him how I wanted. I could exact my own torture, and I started by undoing his jeans and reaching inside for him. My hand wrapped around him, and I tightened my hold just a bit, enough to give him a slight vise-like hold, then slowly, I began to move up and down.

  His nostrils flared. He let out a hissing breath. It was the control again. He was losing his as I gained mine.

  “Fucking hell, Kenned—”

  I dipped down, my lips catching his in a kiss.

  This kiss was different. He opened up beneath me, but he was taking over the kiss. Another whimper left me, and I was helpless from pulling away from him. As I continued moving my hand over him, going slow, his kiss grew rougher. I paused, dipped my thumb over his tip, and he caught me under the arms. A savage growl erupted from him, lifting me in the air.

  He flipped me over, coming down, and he didn’t pause.

  My jeans were ripped away. His were flung off, and he was in me.

  I had a second’s notice, and he was in there. I gasped from the force, but I was trembling. I was shaking. I was needing more. He didn’t wait for me to get used to him. He began thrusting. He went hard and deep and rough, and I was coming apart in his arms.

  I clung to him. Our mouths never separated, not once as we breathed for each other. I raked my nails down his side as he kept plunging inside of me.

  Over and over.

  He didn’t slow down.

  I stretched, my hips working as hard as his, and he caught my breast in one of his hands. He used the other like an anchor on my hip, and his fingers sank down over my skin, he began to quicken his pace.

  God.

  He was fucking me.

  Ripping his mouth from me, he caught my breast in it instead, sucking there. He was bent over, still diving in and out of me.

  I gasped for breath, my chest and lungs heaving as he was pounding into me. Then he pulled out, and he began to turn me over. No. I sat up and pushed him over. It was my turn. He fell to his ba
ck, and I was over him.

  “Wait.” His hands flexed into my hips. He caught me, holding me in place. He nodded to the nightstand. “Condom.”

  I groaned from frustration, but reached, my body resting over him as I grabbed one from the drawer. He nipped my shoulder and ran his hand down my side, cupping my ass, then moving around to push up into my vagina. I hissed, air leaving me from the force, and I glared once at him. “Not fair.”

  He was grinning wickedly. “I don’t care.”

  A second finger went in me, thrusting in and out. I was struggling to focus from the sensations. He wasn’t waiting for me to sink down on him. He was intoxicating me, demanding a release, but I held off. I was biting down so hard on my lip, trying to hold it back, because dammit, I wanted him to explode with me.

  “Shay.”

  I was becoming blind with pleasure, but as his fingers were still plunging into me, I reached down and grasped him again. He stopped, an answering groan coming from him, and I took advantage. I ripped the wrapper, rolled the condom over him, then rose up, moved over him, pulled his fingers out, and was on him. I sank down and we both paused for a second, just a second.

  He grabbed for my waist, and I braced one hand on his chest. I began moving my hips.

  I rode him this time.

  I went slow at first, gradually quickening my pace. He sat up so he could catch my nipple as I leaned back. He wrapped an arm around my back, holding me upright, as I was going up and down over him. We went together. He caught my waist, moving into me with an unrelenting force before he couldn’t hold out any longer.

  I felt his release, his entire body convulsing.

  His fingers went to my nub, and I exploded at the first touch.

  My body was quivering. He held me gently in his arms as we both rode out the tremors.

  “Babe,” he whispered, kissing me and then my shoulder. He lifted me, pulling out.

  “Wha—”

  He rolled me over to my back and then slid right back in. My legs wound around him again, and he grunted, “I wanted you to come first.” He tucked his head into the crook of my neck and shoulders until he exploded once again. He had started to release before, but stopped himself. He held off like I had for him earlier.

  He lay on top of me, both of us sweaty, and grazed a hand down my naked body. “Holy fuck.” He pressed a kiss to my throat before pushing up to meet my mouth with his. “I’ll never get used to that. Ever.”

  I shivered, feeling it all the way through my body, and I agreed. Each time we were together, each mind-blowing orgasm, pushed me deeper into my addiction to him.

  The thought terrified me.

  He was curled around me, his breathing deep and even on the back of my neck.

  We could hear the music downstairs and the sounds of people. They were walking around. The doors were opening and shutting. There were voices outside, then more voices inside. Car doors were shutting. More people arrived. Others were leaving. It was a free-for-all below.

  And I didn’t want to move one bit.

  Shay and I were in a protective bubble. He turned his lights off, flipping the switch on a lighted Mason jar so it lit up the room in a soft glow. I had trouble sleeping a few nights after the attack, so he bought it to help soothe me at night.

  We were huddled under the blankets, his hand inching closer and closer to my breast.

  I was waiting for when he’d start playing with it, but a new light shone up from the floor. I heard the accompanying buzzing and groaned.

  “Is that yours or mine?”

  “Mine.” I recognized the colors the screen was lighting up the ceiling. Red and green. “It’s Gage.”

  I felt Shay’s lips brush my back. “Thirty bucks he’s downstairs.”

  “Nope. I’m not betting you.” I scooted to the edge of the bed and snagged my phone from the floor. I was stretched at an angle so my hips hadn’t moved away from him, just the rest of me, and I felt his hands falling from under my breast to my hips. He held them, and as I keyed in my code and read my brother’s text message, Shay started to grind behind me. I looked over my shoulder. “Are you kidding? Again?”

  He shrugged, that wicked grin appearing. He shoved up against my ass, and leaned down to nip at my arm. “Why not? I’m a young stud, Clarke. Thought you knew this by now.”

  He brushed against me a few more times, and I was feeling that ache begin all over again.

  I shook my head and returned to my phone.

  Gage: Casey texted. Said she was at your party, but you’re not here. Come down here. I’m not going up there.

  I showed Shay the phone, rolling onto my back as I did, and he moved over me once again. He took the phone, reaching for me absent-mindedly, and as he read it, he was right at my entrance.

  He replied something before turning it off and tossing the phone back to the floor.

  “What’d you say?”

  He was hard again, and I ran a hand down his chest as he reached for another condom. He put it on, kissing my stomach as he murmured, “We’d be down in an hour.”

  He lined up again, and looking up to meet my gaze, he slid back inside.

  I groaned, closing my eyes. My hands fell to his, and our fingers laced as he began rolling his hips into me.

  This wasn’t like last time. It was hot and rough before. This time was easy-going, like sex was something we could do any day we wanted and any time we wanted, and today was just one of those days. It wasn’t a habit, but an activity we could enjoy because neither of us was going anywhere. We were becoming that couple, and I tasted that same fear I had before. Maybe that was how it was for me, as I watched him under lidded eyes, as he was thrusting in and out of me. It gave me a dark thrill. This was my man, and he was bowing under my touch. He was mine for the taking, and I knew he felt the same for me.

  A ripple of power sliced through me.

  It was exhilarating.

  All those girls downstairs, or most of them, would’ve traded places with me. He was mine. This was my place in his bed. Hell, it was half my bed by now.

  He looked back up, his eyes dark and hungry. “Are you with me?” he rasped out.

  I nodded. I was moving with him, but I sat up again, and he readjusted. My legs went over his and I was riding him, my breasts brushing up and down against his chest. He reached up, caught one in his hand, the other flexing into my hip, and his lips were on mine again. We rode each other until we both climaxed together.

  “Fuck,” he grunted into my ear, holding me clasped to him. He pressed a kiss to my naked shoulder, then stood, still holding me.

  I squeaked, but he carried me to the bathroom and stepped into the shower after waiting for the water to warm. Once both of us were wet, he let me slide down him so I was on my own feet, but we still pressed against each other. We cleaned the other, our hands sliding over the other’s body, and more stolen kisses. He leaned over me, shielding me completely from the shower spray for a moment, and his eyes found mine. “Am I ever going to get used to this?” He was asking himself, his eyes roaming all over me, and he didn’t wait for an answer. He caught my lips in his again before standing away. He gave me a half-grin. “If I keep touching you, we’re never getting downstairs.”

  I finished rinsing off, ducking around him and out of the shower. I reached for a towel, then handed him one as he was right behind me.

  I said, “They’re going to know what we did up here.”

  He ran his towel through his hair a few times before looping it and tossing it around me. He held both ends in his hands and reined me in, his lips finding mine again before he said, “Good. Because if they don’t know by now, you’re mine.”

  Those words stayed with me. I must’ve been glowing. I was feeling it. There wasn’t a part of my body Shay hadn’t worshipped. I was sated, all of me. When we headed down, I trailed behind him. I liked to let him lead the way into the party. I kept my hand tucked in the back of his jeans until he opened that door. The music was suddenly lo
uder. The people were everywhere, huddled in every corner of the room, most holding their drinks in hand. Two guys let out another cheer when Shay entered the room, and he was torn from me. He glanced back to make sure I was okay as one guy threw his arm around his shoulders.