Page 86 of Love to Hate You

I point to the door. I won’t beg anyone for their time or attention. I’ve been down that road before with my parents. In the end, it never works out.

Carter can have any girl he wants. And he has. I’ve seen it play out hundreds of times before. All he has to do is crook a finger and they come running en masse. But that’s not me. I have zero interest in being a jersey chasing groupie.

“Then you should leave before you make any more decisions you’ll end up regretting.” It takes effort to keep the hurt from seeping into my voice.

Carter sucks in a breath and nods. “You’re right.”

Disappointment surges through me. His gaze stays pinned to mine. It feels like we’re locked in a silent battle of wills. I expect him to head for the door, but that’s not what happens.

Instead, he eats up the distance between us in two strides and yanks me against him before his arms slide around my body. The way his erection juts into my belly sends shivers scampering down my spine. Heat pools in my core and my knees weaken as I breathe him in. His scent is a mixture of masculinity and beachy sunshine. Something that is distinctly Carter.

“I don’t like what you do to me,” he growls.

His mouth hovers over mine, never quite making contact.

“I don’t like what you make me feel,” he adds.

I part my lips, willing his to lower. A sigh escapes from me in a rush of breath.

“What the hell am I going to do about you, Daisy?”

I have several interesting ideas that are worth exploring, but I have the feeling those would be classified as mistakes.

“Do you know how much I want to fuck you?” he asks.

My breath stalls and I grow lightheaded from lack of oxygen.

His lips crash onto mine. Needing to feel the slide of his tongue against mine, I open willingly. He slips inside my mouth and takes me under. I have no idea how long we stay entwined, our hands coasting over each other’s bodies. Our mouths fused with need.

Carter walks us until the back of his knees hit the mattress and he falls onto the bed. With a soft grunt, I land sprawled on top of him.

Between hungry kisses, he mutters, “As stupid as this is, I can’t stop it from happening.”

I make some sort of noise in agreement.

So stupid, but I don’t care.

His shirt and shorts need to go. I want him naked, so I can feel his hard-male strength against me. The thought of it is enough to dampen the scrap of material between my thighs. Carter rolls us over so that his weight presses me into the mattress. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding against his thick length.

His breath comes out in heavy pants as he rests his forehead against mine. “I just want to fuck you.”

“Then do it,” I urge. “Fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” His jaw tightens.

“I want this, Carter. Haven’t I made that clear? I’m not the one having regrets,” I remind him. “You are.”

“I know,” he groans.

The sound of his walls tumbling down is a beautiful thing.

I glance at my purse on the floor next to my shoes. “There’s a condom in my bag.”

He thrusts against me before rolling to the side and flopping onto his back where he throws a thick arm over his eyes. Part of me expects him to hop off the bed and bolt for the door.

I pad over to my purse and rifle through the contents looking for the condom I always keep with me. I’m a safety girl. I’d rather be prepared than get caught up in a situation where I’m not thinking clearly.

Once I have the foil packet in hand, I crawl onto the bed and on top of Carter. He’s bare chested. The athletic shorts that cover him rest low on his hips, showing off the sexy V that dips beneath them. Taking control of the situation, I grab the elastic band and ease them down his waist.

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