Page 81 of Hate to Love You

“Because I’m not fourteen and I don’t want to come on your sheets.” What’s this girl trying to do? Kill me?

Her lips lift into a sly grin as she pulls her hand away. I expel a deep breath in relief. As much as I love her touching me—and make no mistake, I love it—I wasn’t kidding. She’s going to make me come all over the place and that, I don’t need.

Before I realize what’s happening, she shimmies out of her panties and crawls on top of me.

My gaze drops to her bare pussy, which is nestled against my erection. Even through the thin material of my boxers, her heat radiates against me. I try to remain still, but that’s impossible. Within moments, my hips start moving and I’m thrusting against her softness. I’m mesmerized by the way her pussy slides against the black cotton. After a few more gyrations, her lower lips glisten with arousal, soaking my boxers.

All I want to do is sink deep inside her silky warmth and bury myself to the hilt.

My hands grip her hips, locking her in place. I still my movements and stare at her sitting astride me naked like a goddess. Her lips are parted, her pupils are dilated, and her dark hair tumbles in a tangle of waves around her shoulders. Her breasts are soft, firm globes topped with dusky nipples that I long to suck into my mouth. She has a narrow ribcage, flat tummy, and gorgeous, plush pussy lips that I’d give my left nut to sink into.

She’s driving me insane.

“What are you doing?” I rasp. Weeks of pent-up need crash through my aroused body. I’m barely able to rein in the lust. She’s pushing me past my limits. Any moment I’m going to snap and then all control will be lost.

Her lips curve into a smirk.

Do you believe this girl?

A fucking smirk…

“With all your worldly experience,” she says, “I’d think that would be obvious.”

The groan that slides from my lips turns into a deep chuckle. I can’t stand much more of this sweet torture.

But still…

I’m trying to take this slow. I’m trying to do the right thing where she’s concerned. There’s no need to rush this. For once in my life, this isn’t a race to the finish line before moving on to the next conquest. What’s happening here means something. Natalie means something. I want her to realize that.

“I’m trying to be a good guy, and you’re making it impossible. I don’t want you to regret anything we do together.”

She leans over and kisses my lips. “I won’t regret this,” she whispers. “I promise.”

I grit my teeth and flex my hips, sliding against her. I’m hovering over the point of no return. If Natalie changed her mind and decided to shut this down right now, I’d roll off the bed, throw on my clothes, and race home to take an icy cold, thirty-minute shower. Because that’s exactly how long it would take to deflate this hard-on.

But she’s not saying that. In fact, she keeps giving me the green light. I’m the one who’s pumping the brakes. It’s an unusual position for me to be in.

Last night she’d had too much to drink. There was no way I could take advantage of the situation, no matter how tempting she’d been while standing there in all her fucking glory.

But this morning is different.

She’s the one initiating this sexual encounter.

“Brody?” My name comes out on a breathy sigh full of need. “Please?”

Christ. Did I ever think I’d hear Natalie Davies begging for my cock outside of my fantasies?

Nope. Definitely not in this lifetime.

“Okay,” I say, giving in.

I raise my hips and hastily shove my boxers down my legs until I can kick them away. I groan when she nestles her slick heat against me. My eyes are glued to the place where our bodies are connected. With my fingers digging into her flesh, I move her lower half so that she slides against my hard length. Her pussy is pure nirvana.

“You feel so good,” I bite out. I’m not even inside her yet, and I’m about to lose it. Which is ridiculous. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.

I’ve spent the last couple of months feeling not much of anything as far as sex was concerned. I could take it or leave it. I’ve stared at naked women and haven’t felt the slightest twinge of arousal. My roommates are nailing as much ass as they can. Once upon a time, I’d been the same way. There wasn’t enough pussy to plow my way through.

But somewhere along the line, that changed.

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