Page 31 of Hating the Book Boyfriend

"Name it," I counter.

"You never ask to take what's yours again."

My mouth crashes to hers, and I swear my entire body hums. Her taste, her feel, her scent, all of it feels like home. I part her lips with my tongue to deepen the kiss as her hands slide around my neck. A kiss has never hurt so good. It's an exquisite ache that I feel in my bones, one that says there will never be another like this, one that is scared to let go because letting go risks never feeling this way again. I move us to the side and pull open the truck door, and her lips leave mine as she willingly slides onto the bench seat. I've never been so happy to see the inside of an old truck cab in my life.

When I don't move fast enough, she pulls at my belt, and I fall on top of her, our mouths deliciously colliding once more. She's intoxicating. I could kiss her forever, but it still wouldn't be enough. Her fingers dip under my belt, sending delicious tendrils of heat straight to my groin. They tease, trailing along my waist where my boxers meet my skin and I'm gone for her. Her touch is everything. I've been waiting to have her like this longer than I've realized. Now I see why I've never settled down, why I never let anyone stay the night, my heart has always been right here waiting for me to come home to her.

Her lips pull away from mine while those teasing fingers trail lower. "Colton, I want this," her hand strokes my length.

My head falls into the crook of her neck. God, she feels so good. "Posey, I just wanted to get you alone again. I couldn't stand watching you with someone else. I didn't pull you in here for that. I can't."

"Why not? Don't you want to?"

I snap my head up quickly, ensuring her eyes are on mine. "Are you serious right now?" I pump my cock against her hand."I think you can feel how much I want you, but I don't have anything on me. We're at the house. I don't have my wallet, and I'm not in the habit of throwing condoms in my back pocket." She purses her lips in disappointment, and I can't help but peck them before adding, "You said these were mine…" My hand trails down her stomach and between her thighs. "What about this?" I cup her pussy. "I told you I wanted to taste you again. There are other ways I can make you feel good."

"Mmm," she moans as I apply pressure and kiss her jaw. But it's her lack of words that gives me pause. I want to make her feel good, but we also need to talk. We've both been good at not saying what we mean, and I'm all in. I need to know that she is, too.

I pull away and remove my hand. Her eyes widen, but before she can speak I say, "Tell me who the guy was tonight?" She never answered my question, and I want to know who he is to her.

"I told you it's not what you think."

"Yes, and that is not an answer." I can tell she's still dodging the question. But why?

She blows out a resigned breath. "Fine, I'll tell you, but you must promise this stays between us." Those were not the words I was expecting to hear. Now I'm intrigued. I nod my agreement rather than give a verbal pledge I may be unable to keep should she be in danger. "I was helping him get a girl."

My brow furrows, not understanding. "Like a wingman? He was attached to your hip all night. I didn't see another girl."

"Yes, you did. You probably didn't pay attention because you were more focused on believing I wanted him. The girl who asked to speak to me when we brought out the desserts... That was Avery, the one he's trying to get a second date with." I briefly reflect on the night. A girl was hanging around and she's right.I didn't pay her any attention because the only person I could focus on was Josephine, and her attention was on another man.

"Why would he ask you to help him with that? How do you know him?"

Her mouth opens and closes as she searches for an answer, and I hate that I know that means she's keeping something from me. "Do you believe me? Do you believe I don't want him, that he wasn't here for me, and the only guy I see is wrapped around me?"

"I do," I answer without hesitation because while I know she's holding back, I believe her. Josephine Estes is stubborn as hell; no one can make her do something she doesn't want to; the fact that I'm here after everything we've been through speaks volumes.

"Good, because I'd really like to revisit those other ways of making me feel good you mentioned."

My lips captured hers, and they haven't let go. The windows are fogged, our shirts have come off, and I'm dying to have her again, but I'm also not in a rush. I want to take my time with her. My hand trails up her spine, admiring every inch of her soft skin before my fingers connect with her bra, and I snap it off. She grinds herself against my length as my mouth makes its way down her neck until I reach her flushed chest, where I pull down the lace covering her perfect breast and suck hard. She whimpers, and I can't help but groan as I feel my tip leak. "Posey, you're driving me crazy."

"Colton, please…" she pleads.

"Please, what?" I taunt before flicking my tongue over her pert nipple.

"I want more. I want you inside of me."

I abandon her body, knowing I'm weak and unable to resist her pleas. I sit up and run my hands through my hair. "I already told you?—"

"I'm on the pill, and I haven't been with anyone in almost a year."

"You really expect me to believe that? Have you looked in the mirror recently?" I question, disbelief marring my tone. She could have any man she wants. The fact that she hasn't had one, even for fun, is perplexing.

"I've been in my me era." Before I can ask what the hell that means, she's kicking her boots off and unbuttoning her jeans.

"Posey…" I warn, but the second my eyes catch sight of her in nothing but a red thong, my hands are immediately on her. I pull her onto my lap, and her legs straddle my waist as my hands grip her bare cheeks. "I know what you're doing…" I nip her breast. "You're welcome to grind that pretty pussy against my cock and make yourself come, but we're not fucking."

Her nails rake down my chest hard, and heat surges through my veins. Christ. She reaches for my buckle, and my hand covers hers. "I'm just pulling your jeans down." I bite my bottom lip hard before letting her have her way.

Those golden orbs that I could stare into until the end of my days are on mine when I feel her heat engulf my cock as she grinds down hard. My hands find her hips, and I hold her in place. "Are you sure you want this?" Her forehead pinches. "I thought I was stronger. You deserve better, but you make me weak, Posey. I want you to take me bare." Her lips clash with mine, and she kisses me deeply, her tongue dancing with mine as her hand slides between us and she pulls me out. "Posey." My lids are heavy, and my self-control is hanging by a thread when she uses my tip to move her thong to the side before running it through her folds, and I hiss my approval. My god, this woman. She coats my cock, her eyes never leaving mine before she brings my head to her entrance. "If you do this, if you let me have this, there's no going back." I grab her chin. "You're no longer Josephine Estes, my best friend's little sister. You're mine."

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