Page 63 of Undeniably Enemies

I break the kiss, gasping for air. “I still hate you, and I’m still mad.”

He grins against me and captures my bottom lip with his teeth. “You won’t be mad at me in a second.”

Releasing me with a wet pop, he sets my feet up on the edge of the counter and pushes my knees as wide as they can go, opening me completely to him. My eyes shutter shut because I can’t take it. It’s too intimate with him like this. With the way he’s staring at me. My head clouds, and I get lost in the haze of him. Lost in his scent, his taste, his sounds, the feel of his body as he touches me.

I groan deeply as he fucks me hard with his fingers while using his tongue to rub and work vigorous circles on my clit. My pussy spasms and clenches around him, my breathing ragged, and I wrap my legs around his head and shoulders. The feeling of his mouth and fingers moving over me and inside me has my back arching and my head falling back again.

“Yes. More. Please, more.”

“The first one will be like this. The second on my cock.”

“Now. Put it in me now.” I don’t even care how desperate I sound. I am desperate. Tomorrow I’m sure I’ll care a lot, but right now, all I can think about is how fucking badly Ineedthis.

Even with his fingers, it’s not enough. I need to feel him filling me up. Part of me knows this is the worst idea in the history of the world, but the part of me that’s wound so tight, that’s so fucking desperate to come and to get fucked, won’t be held back.

“I’ve wanted this for too long not to watch you finish now. You’re so close. Show me how beautiful you are when you come for me.”

I shake my head as his words hit me, but it’s futile. A soft sensation courses through me and warms my blood. Warmer than I was seconds ago. It’s like bubbles from champagne that float through me, but they don’t linger long. There’s no option for that as he sucks my clit between his lips and eats me like tomorrow isn’t coming. And speaking of coming…

“Oh god!”

It’s an explosion. A detonation. It’s waves and tsunamis and earthquakes and tornadoes. I haven’t come at the hands of someone else in so long, and my body knows it. It’s taking it and running with it. So does his mouth as he licks me out and finger bangs me until I no longer have breath or thoughts. I’m just there.

I become one with the stone. A puddle of limbs, my eyes so heavy they won’t open. A cocky chuckle comes from above me, and even though I hate him enough to try to wipe it off his face—and I will—I enjoy this afterglow a moment longer.

His body moves away from me, and absently, I hear fabric swishing against skin. His hand drags along my body, and slowly, so damn slowly, I finally peel my eyes open and tilt my head up. That cocky smirk that matched his laugh is still on his lips as he slips out of his pants and boxer briefs. His shirt is already gone, and though I’ve seen Jack without a shirt on, I’ve never allowed myself more than a second or two to look.

Tall and muscular with broad shoulders and a smattering of chest hair across his pecs that lightly trickles down his taut abs,Jack’s body is a work of art. I didn’t see his cock that night—I only felt it—but I can’t resist now. Sitting up, I take him in my hand, catching him by surprise.

He groans a loud “fuuuck,” and his nostrils flare, which only eggs me on to start playing with him. To really feel him. And possibly torture him a bit because I know I can.

His dick is long and thick, smooth and hard—velvet over steel—and once again, I’m afraid of what having him inside of me will be like. What it will do to me. Precum glistens on the tip, and I lick my lips, shocked by how much I want this. How much I want him.

“My condoms are in my room.”

I shake my head. “I’m not getting in your bed.” No fucking way.

He nibbles on my lip as he toys with my nipples, and I continue to squeeze and slowly jerk his cock in my hand.

“If I leave you out here, you’ll flee.”

He’s probably right. And with that, I beg my mind to reclaim its rational thought. I flood it with a million things. All the ways he’s undeniably my enemy and has hurt me in the past. It’s no use. I’m a cloud of lust and stupid.

“Are you on the pill?”

With a thick swallow, I nod. “And I’ve been tested.” But now I’m shaking because this will be yet another thing I give him. Another first. And just like the other one he took, it’s not a small thing.

He pants out a heavy breath like that answer was nearly his undoing. “Same. Fuck.” As if reading my thoughts he asks, “Have you ever…”

My face pinches up, almost in agony, and I shake my head.

A sigh that sounds like relief brushes across my face. “Look at me.”

I shake my head.

“Open your eyes, beautiful Wren, and look at me.”

I can’t make myself do it, and he bites my lip in frustration as he slides me to the edge of the counter and covers my hand that’s still working his dick with his. Both of us stare down, and my heart starts to thunder. He rubs the tip at my entrance, and my hand falls away from his dick. I lean back, supporting myself with my hands on the counter.

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