Page 54 of Falling for the Enemy

Her jaw trembled as his erection pressed into her spine.

“And it feels like you want me, too,” he taunted, fingering her wet pussy with little resistance.

Despite her body’s welcome, her heart protested. “Well, I don’t want to want you.”

“Yet here we are. I touch you and…” He bit her shoulder. “Well, you’re right there with me, hating how bad you want me. We know how it always ends.” His lips dragged along the slope of her shoulder, his fingers teasing her closer to climax as he refused to let her go. “What were you doing at Salt & Ember last night?”

Her breath caught as he whispered against her skin, his fingers tracing tight circles around her clit. “I was walking home.”

“Strange route to take.” He pressed his finger deeper, and her traitorous body betrayed her even more. “Why was he touching you?”

Her head lulled against his shoulder as he dragged his palm over her clit, deftly feeding his fingers in and out as arousal coated his knuckles. She was a slave to his touch and hated herself for it.

“Answer me, Jocelyn.”

“I don’t remember. I was drunk.”

“I’ve seen you drunk. You were tipsy at best. Why was he touching you?”

Her breath hitched as he worked her closer. Just a few more seconds and she’d come.

“Answer me.”

“He was holding me up.”

“Because you hurt your ankle?”

“Yes.” It was getting difficult to speak.

She swore this wouldn’t happen again. Last night she’d made up her mind, deciding once and for all that they were over. But maybe one last time was the closure they needed.

He withdrew his touch and turned her to face him. She felt the loss of his touch like a blow.

Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her to his front, his mouth a mere breath from hers. “You were this close. How the fuck does this help your ankle?”

Feeling tricked, she shoved him. “Asshole.”

“Answer the question. Why was he so close to you?”

“You’re a fucking cock tease.” She moved to cross the room, but before she made it two steps, he caught her wrist again and yanked her back. “Soren, stop!”

“We’re not done.”

“I am. I have to get to town.”

He crowded her until the mattress met the backs of her thighs. “I wanted to kill him when I saw his hands on you.”

“You were on a date!”

“But I wasn’t touching her the way Logan was touching you.” He toppled onto the bed, caging her in with his body. The clink of his belt buckle was her only warning. He caught her knees, tugging her to the edge of the bed, then wrenched her panties aside and pushed into her with stunning entitlement.

She should have stopped him. Slapped him. Fought him. She had every right to be outraged, but the truth was, she still wanted him.

“Why do you make me so crazy?” He thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt with punishing force. “I’m not a jealous person.” He pumped hard and fast, pinning her arms back. “Why do you have this effect on me? You, of all people.”

“Yeah, I fucking hate you too⁠—”

He silenced her with a kiss, as if he could somehow call the words back. “You don’t hate me.” He swirled his hips, slowing his speed but losing none of the intensity. “Fuck, Jocelyn.”