Page 48 of I Should Hate You-but I Don't

"No." Desperation laced her voice. "Please. It's what I want." She sprawled her hands on his chest. "You want it too."

"I can't."

"You can." She grabbed his face, stretching to her toes. "Please. I love you."

"And you know how I feel about you." His gaze intensified, and his fingers dug into her ribs, belying his objection. "But I didn't bring you to Gem Haven to fuck you."

"But I want you to fuck me," she whispered, throwing his words back at him.

The last six months, she'd walked around the house in constant arousal. It was as if one day, she woke up, and it was her goal to lose her virginity—and the only person she wanted to do it with was Zane.

He stared into her eyes, turmoil darkening his gaze. She caressed his ribs, his hips, his thighs. Anything to have him change his mind.

"Please."

He slid his hand up her body, circled her neck, and pulled her to her toes. He claimed her lips, sinking his tongue inside her mouth, giving her a tease of what she wanted from him. Herpussy clenched. Her breasts swelled. Her fingers grabbed onto his leather, ready to hang on for the ride.

He growled in her ear. "Tell me to stop."

Incapable of saying that word, she stayed silent, cupping the sides of his jaw.

"You have no idea how much I fucking fight to stay away from you. I tried everything, and you show up in your cute little panties and t-shirt, with your body warm from the bed and asking to fuck me." He inhaled a shuddering breath and looked into her eyes. "I'm going to ruin you."

"You won't ruin me." She licked her lips, rubbing them together. "I love you. I've always loved you."

For some unknown reason, Zane's expression hardened before he tilted her head one way, and he tilted the other way, giving her the softest kiss she'd ever imagined coming from a man who led a motorcycle club. She looped her arms around his neck.

His hands found the hem of her T-shirt. Then, his hands were on her bare skin, traveling up her ribcage and to her breasts. An all-over body shiver brought a moan from deep inside of her that Zane quickly swallowed.

His thumbs brushed over her nipples. Her knees trembled.

She hugged her leg to the outside of his thigh, looking at him to support her because she was suddenly weak.

He caught her nipple and rolled it between his thumb and index finger. Her lips parted, looking for air.

The inside of his mouth, his tongue, and his lips were warm. She forgot how intoxicating it was to kiss him.

Somehow, he was forbidden, and yet, her destiny.

She arched into his hand as her tongue learned how to please him, going by the deep groan coming from him.

He pulled his mouth off her, dipped his head, pulled up her shirt, and latched onto her breast. She inhaled with a gasp,grabbing his hair and holding on. Having never had someone do that, she held her breath, waiting for the orgasm that held her prisoner, quivering in response to his lips, tongue, mouth playing, pulling, sucking on her nipple.

She wasn't a stranger to giving herself an orgasm. It wasn't hard to think of Zane and give herself pleasure in the shower or in bed. But having the real thing was nothing—absolutely nothing like her finger rubbing her clit while imagining Zane sucking her breasts.

He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh. She pressed into his hand while his fingers slipped under the material of her panties. Caught between wanting to slap her legs together and opening them wider, she barely had time to prepare herself for the calloused finger that trailed along her slit and settled on her clit.

She fisted his hair as her head went back. Her wetness coated her pussy, allowing him to explore and rub and move.

He pulled his mouth on her, breathing raggedly. "You're a virgin."

"I-I..." She wanted to lie. She wanted to tell him she had experience. She wanted him to continue. "In my head, I've had sex. Many times. With you."

"Oh, fuck me," he muttered, grabbing her hand and leading her into the rec room.

Next to the couch, he let go of her and pulled out his wallet. He held up a condom.

Putting the foil package between his lips, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down to his hips. She hugged her middle, captivated by how large his cock was in his hand. A drop of arousal formed on the head of his erection.

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