Testing her, and not sure if what I’m about to do or say is going to get me a kick in the nuts, I slide my hands up her body, lightly brush my thumbs over her nipples. Fuck, she feels good. When she doesn’t pull away, I apply more pressure to her lovely tits that my mouth is watering to taste.
“You said there would only be the tat part,” I remind her. “You were pretty adamant about that.”
“Yeah, I remember,” she whispers on a moan, and arches into me, her needy body betraying her completely, and I fucking love it. But I’m not about to take her until I’m one hundred percent certain it’s something she wants too.
I lightly cup her breasts, massage gently, and her moan of want seeps under my skin and strokes my thickening cock. Her small hands go to my shoulders, her fingers burn my flesh as she explores my muscles.
She wets her lips, a familiar habit when she’s needy. “Cole,” she murmurs, her head falling back, her long hair splaying over her shoulders. Goddammit, lust looks so good on her, and my fucking cock is done for.
“Yeah?”
“I…I might want the other part, too.”
“Say it, Nina.” I reach up and give a slight tug on her hair, simply because I like the way it forces her mouth to open for me. “Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes meet mine, her pupils dilating. “You know what I want. Don’t make me say it.”
I run my hands over her curves, pull her against me, let her feel my hard cock through my boxers. “If you can write dirty words in a book, why can’t you say them?”
“It’s…I can’t. Wait, how do you know what I write in my books?”
Ignoring her question, and wanting her to shed every and any insecurity with me, I say, “You can say whatever you want in front of me, Nina. We don’t even like each other, remember? No sense in worrying about getting embarrassed or offended. I’m a prick, you know that, and you know I’m only out for a good time, so it’s safe to say things to me that might not go over well with someone else.”
“I’m only out for a good time, too,” she says.
“You do this kind of thing all the time, then?”
“Yeah.”
Liar.
I slide my hand back up her body, coming perilously close to her nipples but never touching. “Then tell me. Tell me what you want.”
She’s quiet for second, like she’s tossing something around in her mind, then a change comes over her. “You’re right. We don’t like each other much, and I guess if you want me to speak frankly, Jess put the idea in my head that we should hate fuck.”
Holy Fuck. Her bold words catch me by surprise. I know I’m not good enough for her, and I know she’s an innocent, but if she’s asking me for this, I have to give it to her. I’d give sweet Nina anything she ever wanted—other than my heart, that is. But it’s not my heart she wants, it’s my body, and I’m more than willing to give her that.
“Hate fuck, huh?” I wrap her hair around my hand three times, and rub my cock harder against her. “When anger and desire mix.”
“Yeah, something like that.”
“And you think this is a good idea.”
“I think we’re past the point of good ideas, Cole” she says, and moves her body, grinds against my rock-hard cock, the sexy move prompting me into action.
Desperate to taste her again, I dip my head and capture her mouth with mine. She goes up on her toes, and I let go of her hair, slide my hands around her body and lift her. I back her up, until she’s sitting on the kitchen island, and I widen her legs to position my body in between.
I put my hands on her legs and slowly slide them up. Her eyes are wide, filled with desire, and it rocks my fucking world.
“How much did you hate me growing up?”
“A lot,” she whispers. “You were always there, everywhere I turned. In my space, in my head, driving me crazy.”
“Did you want to hit me, throw things at me, scratch my eyes out?”
“All of the above,” she says, and wiggles restlessly beneath my invading fingers.