Page 27 of Hating the Book Boyfriend

"Are you going to talk to me now?"

"Are you still my brother's best friend?" I ask as I toss my empty icing bag in the trash.

"Yes," he turns to me as if my question was unfounded.

I suck the icing off my thumb. "And I'm still his sister. Therefore, we're still not talking."

His hand darts out and grabs my wrist then pulls my hand to his mouth. He licks the dried icing from the back of my forefinger, and my entire body hums. "Just to clarify, if you weren't his sister and I wasn't his best friend, you would talk to me?"

My mouth goes dry, and I struggle for a response as he sucks the tip of my finger into his mouth. The way he's pursuing this makes me feel like the words he said when he thought I was sleeping were real. The truck coming to a halt at the stoplight, coupled with the way he stroked a stray hair off my face, stirred me awake. Those words melted me. My entire body tingled from head to toe with excitement I've never felt. It was a huge revelation. I meant something to him, not just the girl I am today, but the one I was back then. However, what I'm starting to realize is that his words are only good for the moment. Just like the other night when they ended the second we pulled intothe driveway, they'll end tonight, which is why they don't need to be said at all.

I pull my hand back. "Stop asking me questions that don't matter because they don't change anything."

"But what if I want them to change something? Why can't you see I want more? Damn it, Posey, I'm asking for more."

Our eyes stay locked, his chest is heaving, and those dark eyes I've stumbled over from day one are telling no lies. He wants me, and now I have to make a choice. I drop his gaze and hand him a new bag of icing. "You still have one tray left to frost," I say as I return to the cookies. I need a minute to think this through.

He lets out a groan of irritation as he picks up the icing bag to wordlessly do as I asked, but when he squeezes it onto one of the cookies, the tip blows out from his force, and icing lands directly on my thigh. I gasp and reach for a towel, but he stops me.

"I'll get it."

"No, it's on my thigh?—"

"I know exactly where it is," he says, already on his knees. I speechlessly hand him a towel as my heart starts to gallop. He hasn't touched me, but the way he's looking at me says he wants to. "I don't need that." He doesn't give me a chance to argue before his hot tongue is on my skin, sending a small trill through my body. My entire body instantly feels like Jello, and I grip the counter to keep my nerves from getting the best of me as his hand glides slowly up the back of my thigh. He sucks and licks his way up the milky white smear, the icing disappearing long before I'm ready for it to. When the last of it is gone, his hand grips the top of my thigh, and his eyes connect with mine. "You won't let me kiss that pretty mouth…" His lips trail up my leg a little farther. "What about if I kiss you here?" he asks as his forefinger drags down my center, and my brain struggles to find an objection. He patiently waits, stroking me slowly through myshorts, and I'm already utterly lost to the sensation, so much so that I don't speak. I can't.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back; he feels good... we feel good, but one truth remains. "I don't believe you. I don't believe that you want more," I squeak out before my eyes drop back to his. It's on the tip of my tongue to say, "I want to," but I don't.

"That's fair." His hand that was right where I wanted it falls away and glides up my other thigh, the callouses from helping around the farm the past few weeks sending a shiver down my spine. "I've given you years of reasons not to." His hand stops just below the weight of my cheek, before both hands slowly start to knead the muscle. Why does that feel so good? "But you don't have to believe me for this. I see how you look at me; I felt your heart stumble, and right now, your body is humming under my touch." He places his chin on my pubic bone as his eyes lock onto mine. "So what's it going to be, Posey? Are you going to let me make you forget?" I don't know what this is, but I know I don't want it to stop, so I make a bold move and throw my leg over his shoulder in invitation. "Fuck yeah," he groans. Wasting no time, he loops his finger through the crotch of my sleep shorts, pulls them to the side, and licks me straight up my center.

"God, yes," I moan as I throw my head back. His tongue finds my entrance, and he lets out a euphoric groan that vibrates through my core as he squeezes my ass hard. The amount of ecstasy in the less than thirty seconds he's had his mouth on me is hypnotic. This might only be sex, but the way his hands are squeezing me, and the sounds he's making feel like more. Right now, he desires me. He sucks my clit into his mouth and I'm suddenly hurdling toward an end I don't want to see. The one leg I'm standing on trembles as pleasure rips through my body.

"Shit, Posey."

I'm lifted onto the countertop. "The cookies," I yelp.

Only to be silenced as he pulls my ass to the ledge and spreads my legs wide. "So fucking sweet," his tongue spears my pussy, and any shits I gave about the damn cookies are gone. I lean back on my arms, and my hand lands on a tray of snowflake cookies, but the new angle allows him to go deeper.

"Don't stop,” I breathlessly pant.

His hand abandons my thigh, and a thick digit slips inside of me, and I clench hard. It's been too long since it's been filled with anything. "I've never been so jealous of my hand in my life." He slips another finger in. "So fucking tight." He pumps me in long, slow strokes, watching his fingers disappear inside of me before his mouth finds my clit. The combination of the man between my legs, his mouth, and his hand is lethal. Colton Callahan, my foe, tormentor, and brother's best friend, is about to make me come all over his fingers. It feels wrong and right all at once. My walls start to clamp down, and there's no stopping the wave that's about to wash over me.

"That's it, Posey. Come on my fingers, baby." His use of the word baby in reference to me sends me spiraling, and I come hard. My hand grips his hair as I hold him right where I want him and he licks me through the aftershocks of what feels like the best orgasm of my life. His fingers slip out, only to be replaced by his tongue, and I shudder at his aftercare when I feel his lips sweetly kiss each one of my thighs. I release his hair as he rises to stand between my legs, and I can't help but smile before letting out a small laugh when I see what I did. The hand that landed in the iced snowflake cookies is the same one that ran through his dark chocolate hair. His eyes narrow, and he purses his lips. "My partners have always walked away with a smile, but laughing is a first."

I hold up my icing-coated hand. "I used this hand to pull your hair."

There's a small smile before he bites his plump bottom lip and leans into the crook of my neck. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to take me up on that shower you offered."

"What if I am?" My hand glides over the outside of his sweatpants. He's hard as hell. I know he wants more. I give his length a stroke, and he groans as his teeth graze the skin on my neck. "I want you inside of me."

"And I want more." His warmth is instantly gone as he pulls away; taking a step back, he runs both hands through his messy hair.

"I don't understand. I just said you could have it."

"I don't want it." I close my legs and re-adjust my position, somewhat self-conscious. I just offered to put out, and he said no. "That's not what I mean, Josephine, and you know it. Don't twist my words into something they're not. When I came in here tonight, you didn't trust me and still don't. I'm aware of my reputation…" His eyes leave mine and his brow furrows as though whatever thought is on his tongue makes him anxious. "But you should know that guy doesn't exist when he looks at you. You consume me. You always have. If you want to know why I didn't want you to say anything about us to Archer the other night, it's not because I want to keep up this lie. I don't, but I don't care to tell him about a girl I don't have. When I have you," he runs his thumb over his lip and drops his head. "Or rather, if you let me have you, if you let me in, then I'll go to your brother. I'll be the one to have the conversation." His eyes come back to mine, and my heart skips a beat. I see his honesty; he's stripped down and exposed for me right now, and I'm utterly speechless. "I would never want you to jeopardize your relationship with him. Family is important. At the end of the day, when you have nothing, you have them." He steps forward and catches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and hisobsidian gaze, which always felt impenetrable, softens. "I'd very much like to do this again." His hand leaves my face and he backs away. "You're worth the wait, Posey."

"What if I never know what I want?" It's a real possibility I may not be America's most eligible bachelor like he is, but I am single, and I've never had a serious relationship. That says something.

"As long as it takes." He bites his lips and takes one last long look at me before adding, "Goodnight, Josephine."

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