Page 66 of Love to Hate You

Chapter Twenty-One

Daisy

I want to laugh, but don’t think I can muster the sound. Here’s a little-known truth that I’ve only recently admitted to myself. I want Carter Prescott. I’ve wanted him since I first laid eyes on him, even though I’ve pretended otherwise.

“I want this, Carter,” I whisper.

Lust flares to life in his eyes before he snuffs it out.

“This is your last chance to back out,” he says gruffly. “We can forget this ever happened.”

I prop myself up on my elbows.

Forget this ever happened?

I raise my fingers and trace a path over my lips. They tingle from the pressure of his mouth pressed against them.

Forget about that kiss?

“I’m not going anywhere.” It’s scary to admit, but I don’t want to hold back. “I want you.”

Doubt and desire flicker across his face. He’s struggling with what we both want. It won’t take much for him to walk away.

I need to up the ante.

Not giving myself time to consider the ramifications of my actions, I sit up, grab the hem of my tank top and whip it over my head before tossing it to the floor. Goose bumps break out along my skin as his gaze licks over me. His jaw locks and his hands tighten into fists. He doesn’t move from the end of the bed as I recline against the mattress.

A groan rumbles from his chest as I cup my breasts and massage them. I brush the tips of my fingers against the sides and circle the nipples until they pucker into hard points.

“Fuck!” he hisses and yanks off his t-shirt.

He crawls up my body so that all of his hard lines brush against my softer curves. He settles between my thighs, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I wrap my legs around his waist, cradling his body close to mine. His cock juts against my center. My breasts are flattened against the etched muscles of his chest.

Anticipation floods through me as his mouth crashes on to mine. There is nothing gentle about this caress. I want him to devour me, and that’s exactly what he does. As soon as my lips part, his tongue delves inside and tangles with my own. He steals all my air until it feels as if we’re drifting to the bottom of the ocean. I’m not aware of anything but the feel of his mouth against mine.

God…this kiss. It goes on forever.

I gasp when he rolls us over and I’m draped across him. With my palms flattened against his chest, I push away so that I can sit astride him. I moan as his calloused thumbs strum my nipples. His hands are big and strong, yet gentle. The way he touches me is unlike the kiss we just shared. There’s a reverence in his eyes that makes me feel cherished.

My eyes nearly cross as he flexes his hips and his hard length grinds against me. Lust pools in my core. I can’t remember the last time I felt this turned on. He palms the heavy weight of my breasts, as if learning their contours.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. “More than I dreamed possible.”

My eyes feather closed.

When I can’t stand another moment of this sweet torture, his hands glide over my ribcage. Shockwaves reverberate through my body as he takes hold of my hips, locking me in place while he thrusts against me. His movements are leisure, as if we have all the time in the world. My sleep shorts are already slick with arousal.

“Do you like that?” he rasps.

“So much.” I never want it to end.

His hand trails to the V between my thighs and grazes my center. Another round of fireworks explode in my core. I moan as his thumb settles against the damp material covering my clit and rubs slow circles. I arch and lift myself so that he can caress more of me.

“I need to feel your pussy,” he growls.

My eyelids pop open as the pressure against my clit disappears and I whimper in protest. Carter grabs a fistful of material and drags it down until I’m exposed. Lightning bolts through my body as he caresses me again.

“I want these off,” he mutters, yanking the material down my hips until the elastic band is stretched taut and won’t move over my thighs.

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