Page 6 of I Should Hate You-but I Don't

She'd never seen him that way, and it turned her on. It wasn't anger but raw sexual tension feeding his emotions.

She pressed her breasts against his chest. He wore too many clothes, but she could tell he wanted her. She wiggled until he set her on her feet beside her bed. Hooking her thumbs under the band of her panties, she shimmied until the material fell to the floor. Then, she pulled her tank over her head and shook her hair. She wasn't going to give him a chance to change his mind.

He came to her.

He always came to her.

His gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs. "You're wet."

She nodded. "I want you."

"You shouldn't."

"But I do." She stepped toward him, reaching for his buckle. "You don't have to worry about hurting me now."

He'd taken her virginity—something that had sent him running off into the night, angry at himself. Angry at her.

She unclasped his buckle and worked the front of his jeans until the button came undone, and she pulled the zipper down. A voice in her head told her she had no idea what she was doing, but she knew what she wanted, and to get there, she needed his cock.

He cupped her breasts, tweaking the hard nipples. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

Her fingers slid between the denim and his skin, wrapping around his cock until she had him in her grasp.

His breath hissed between his teeth, and he rocked his hips forward. She gingerly pulled his cock out from his jeans, setting him free.

Gazing into his eyes, she wasn't sure how far to go. It wasn't that she had no idea how to go from standing in front of him to fucking, but she liked when he took control—like last time.

The scent of amber mixed with smoke wafted off him. It'd taken her years to discover what he smelled like. Several months ago, Taylor and she had gone Christmas shopping at the mall while Zane followed them from shop to shop.

When she described the woodsy smoke and sweet honey aroma to the sales lady, she'd brought her a bottle of cologne that had amber in it. It was the one thing she splurged on—a bottle to give Zane for Christmas and a bottle for herself that she kept in her backpack.

She smelled the cologne and felt like Zane was close to her when he wasn't around.

His cock pulsed in her hand. She raised her gaze, questioning Zane on what to do next.

Then, his lips calmed her worries. He kissed her with confidence, dominance, and the promise of never leaving. She opened her mouth, letting him in. He was hot and penetrating, leaving her lightheaded.

Her back landed on the bed. She gasped, realizing he had taken her across the room and planted himself between her legs without her even knowing she'd moved.

"Take my cock and show me what you want." He took her hand and wrapped it around his hardness once again.

She squeezed. "I wantyou."

"You have me." His voice dropped an octave. "Show me what you want."

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and wiggled underneath him until she could bring the end of his cock to her pussy. Having never held the chance to play with his cock before, she rubbed it in her wetness and skimmed the head over her clit.

Her eyes bugged at the sensation of his hot, silky skin caressing her. The sensation was nothing like his fingers or her fingers.

"Look at me."

She raised her gaze as she rubbed the end of his cock against her. "It feels so good."

Her chest constricted. She panted, moving underneath him while using his hardness for her pleasure.

"That's nothing." He slipped out of her hold and crawled down her body.

He pushed her legs wider apart, grasping her behind her thighs and lifting her knees. His head disappeared.

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