Page 87 of Hate It with You

“Would you like to stay over tonight?” I grimace at my question, the words sounding more juvenile than I anticipated.

Alex smiles wide as he pulls me into him, his hands finding purchase on my bare back where they’ve been all night. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He leans down, as I tilt my head, our lips touching briefly before pulling apart only to be pulled right back together again. He takes my keys from my hand, pushing me against the door as he unlocks it, trailing kisses down my exposed neck to my collarbone until he gets the door open.

Picking me up again, he carries me through the threshold as he kicks the door shut behind him, turning only to lock the deadbolt before walking us to the bedroom. Rain continues to tap softly on the bedroom windows as the moon shines bright through the sheer curtains. When he sets me down, I’m already pulling off my jacket, dropping it to the floor and placing my small purse on my dresser.

Alex pulls back from me as he removes his own jacket, looking me up and down in the dress I’ve chosen tonight. I don’t need to look down to know my nipples are hard, peeking through the dress as I’ve opted for no bra or underwear tonight.

“You’re fucking stunning, you know that?” I’m smiling at the way his eyes darken when I fist my hands in his shirt, pulling him toward me as I crash my lips to his.

The kiss is deep, a hunger flowing through us both. As he trails his fingertips down my spine, teasing the material barely covering my ass, there’s a tenderness to his touch I haven’t seen. One that’s causing heat to pool in my belly and my thighs to become slick with my own arousal.

I slowly unbutton his shirt as he trails his hand back up my spine, moving his lips to my collarbone again, taking me back to our first night together.

When I get to his pants, I’m making work of his belt as he removes his hands from me, only to pull off his shirt before they snap back to their rightful place on my skin. He’s playing with the strings holding my dress together as he slowly undoes the tie at the back of my neck.

“You were right, you know,” I pant in his ear as he plants kisses on my shoulder.

He hums his question, the tie at the back of my neck almost undone as I finish my thought, “No book boyfriend could ever love me the way you do.”

Shit. I meant to say fuck, not love.

My hands are still on his pants button when he stops moving. The tie at the back of my neck is undone, the thin pieces of fabric laying loosely on my shoulders as he pulls back from me.

His right hand laces through the hair at the back of my neck, my heart racing in anticipation of his reaction as his left hand traces my collarbone tattoo. He tosses my dress strap off my shoulder, the material exposing part of my breast as he slowly trails his hand to my other shoulder to do the same.

As he moves his hand back to the center of my chest, his knuckles graze my skin lightly in a way that has me twitching with need under his touch.

He trails his hand further as he takes my dress with it, my breasts springing free of the fabric. His eyes darken when he looks back up at me. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

He pulls me in for another kiss as he yanks my dress down, the material falling to my feet, leaving me in only my strappy heels.

When he pulls back to look at me, he groans when he sees I’ve worn nothing under the dress. “Fuck, I love it when you listen.”

I’m staring at his half undone pants when he looks down at himself, noticing my gaze. Chuckling, his hands are on me again, grabbing underneath my thighs as he lifts me. His bulge presses against my core for a moment before he throws me onto the bed.

I prop myself up on my elbows as he stands tall over me. The moonlight hitting his tattoos in all the right places. He’s slow to drop to his knees, his eyes set on my core as he does, so dark they are almost black.

I watch as he grabs my ankle, planting a kiss to the inside of my calf as his hands undo the strap of my heel. He continues to plant kisses higher on my leg as he slips my foot out of my heel. When he stops his path at the inside of my knee I groan, throwing my head back in agony as he refuses to touch me. Though loving every second he’s dragging out.

He moves his hand to my other ankle, repeating the same process as he plants gentle kisses to the inside of my leg while he removes my heel.

“Alex,” I groan out when he reaches my knee again.

He smiles against my leg as he wraps his hands around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“Do you need something, baby?” His voice is gravelly and husky as he asks the question.

I nod enthusiastically as my hand grips the hair at the top of his head. “Please,” I beg.

It doesn’t take him long to plant a kiss to my core that has me throwing my head back in bliss as he finally touches me. His movements start slow, but when my grip on his hair tightens as he brings me closer to the edge, he hardens his pace.

Plunging two fingers inside me, he traces my clit with his tongue, speeding up as he draws me closer and closer to my orgasm. I can feel it building at the base of my spine, though I need more, I need him.

I try to pull him up but he doesn’t budge. “Alex, I need you.”

He pulls back only to drive his fingers deeper inside me when he says, “Come for me first, baby. Show me how pretty you are when you come undone on my fingers.”