Page 95 of Love to Hate You

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Daisy

I jolt awake as a muscular body slides beneath the sheets. My eyes pop open and I find Carter’s face hovering above mine.

“Hey,” he says gruffly.

The sound of his voice plucks something deep inside me before reverberating through my body. I reach out to touch him before remembering that I spent the afternoon hanging around the apartment, waiting for him to return so we could talk.

But he never showed. This is the first I’m seeing of him.

My hand falls back to the mattress.

Could I have shot him a text to make sure everything was okay?

Yeah, but there was no way I was doing that.

The bottom line is that Carter and I aren’t together. He’s not my boyfriend. I’m not his girlfriend. He doesn’t owe me any explanations. The situation between us is casual and neither of us have pushed for more than him slipping into my room at night to screw.

Not only does that thought hurt my heart, but it solidifies everything inside me. Even though he’s just woken me from a deep sleep, questions buzz through my brain like a swarm of angry bees.

He buries his face in the hollow of my neck before I can fire off any of them. His warm breath feathers across my skin and sends shockwaves of desire through me. All my questions and concerns evaporate as Carter inhales me.

That little movement is my kryptonite.

Other guys have done the same thing in the past and it’s never affected me the way it does with Carter. Everything with him feels different.

He strips off my pajamas. It’s only when he presses his body against mine that I realize he’s naked. A distant voice is screaming in my head. It’s demanding that we talk about what happened this afternoon, that I tell him we can’t do this anymore. I’m not some nameless, faceless jersey chaser he can fuck when the urge strikes him. If this is going to continue, a set of ground rules needs to be put in place.

Number one on that list is there are no more girls.

Only me.

When he aligns his body with mine, it becomes more and more difficult to hang onto rational thought.

What was I going to say?

He lowers his face to my collarbone and kisses his way across my chest. Almost feverishly, his tongue darts out and sweeps across my nipple before sucking it greedily into his mouth. I moan and arch my back wanting to get closer. Less than two minutes ago, he woke me from a dead sleep and already my core is pulsing with need.

He moves to the other stiff peak, lavishing it with attention before licking a hot trail down my body. When he reaches my pubic bone, he shoulders his way between my thighs. I lift up so that I can see his dark head. Another wave of desire crashes through me as I spread my legs wider.

Our gazes lock and I’m powerless to look away when he presses his lips against my clit. A groan slips free as soon as he makes contact. I want to close my eyes and sink into the pleasure coursing through me, but I don’t. When he sucks that tiny bundle of nerves in his mouth, I nearly lose it.

No one has ever brought me so quickly to orgasm. Carter may be talented on the football field, but he’s equally talented in the bedroom. Again, thoughts of where he took off to this afternoon force their way into my brain.

This time, the voice is louder. More insistent.

I thread my fingers through his tousled hair. Lord knows I can’t have this conversation with his face buried between my thighs. As soon as I attempt to shove him away, he spears a finger inside me and continues to nibble.

The plan may have been to push him away, but I end up tugging him closer as I explode. My toes curl and my back arches as an orgasm streaks through my body. I bite my lip to keep from screaming his name as he licks and kisses my sensitive flesh. I wish this euphoric feeling could last a bit longer, but it doesn’t. All my concerns crash down on me with the force of a brick wall.

Oh my God, what have I done?

I want to kick my own ass for giving in to him so easily.

I loosen my grip on his hair and shove at his shoulders needing distance. Five minutes ago, I couldn’t pull him close enough. Now I can’t push him far enough away. After his behavior this afternoon, I feel vulnerable and exposed.

And really stupid for allowing him to use my body. I’m no different than any of the other girls Carter sleeps with. It’s almost laughable that I ever thought I was in control of the situation when it’s so obvious that I was the one being played.

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