Page 180 of Between Hate and Desire

“Perfect.” Brushing her hair off her face, I smile at her beauty. “Because I don’t want anything between us.”

“Agreed,” she says. We look into each other’s eyes with stupid grins on our faces. “Are you gonna kiss me now?”

Smirking, I nod. “I think I might.”

I bring our mouths together, slide my hands down to her ass, then grip the back of her thighs. Picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I moan into her mouth as she rocks herself against my hard cock.

“Goddamn, don’t do that,” I mutter against her lips. “You’re already driving me fucking crazy.”

She giggles, not obeying, and when I walk us back into her room, I collapse on the bed with her underneath me.

“I should make you pay for that,” I growl with a wink. “Lie in the middle of the bed for me.”

This time, she listens, and as soon as she’s comfortable, she leans back and smiles. “Now what, Manning?”

“Ooh, I’ve always loved that sassy mouth of yours.” I crawl over her, keeping myself up on my hands so I don’t crush her. “Tell me every part of your body that you don’t like or feel insecure about and let me prove you wrong.”

Lennon bites down on her lower lip as if she’s nervous to say.

“Your stomach? Stretch marks?” I inquire.

She nods, hesitantly.

I give her a wink, then lower my mouth to her chest. Kissing between her breasts over her bra, I make my way down to her stomach and lick over one of her faint stretch marks. Then I feather kisses over the other ones, around her belly button, and all the way down until I meet her panties. Her chest heaves as her lips part in anticipation.

“Where else?” I ask, keeping my gaze on her.

“My boobs.”

She’s not wearing a nursing bra tonight, which I’m grateful for because honestly when I saw it air drying in the bathroom the first time, it looked confusing as hell.

Because I can’t keep my mouth off her soft skin, I kiss my way back up her body until I land on the pale flesh of her breast. I pull one of the cups down slightly until she’s exposed. When I blow cold air over her rosy nipple and it hardens, Lennon’s breath hitches.

“Is this okay?” I ask, worried she’s too uncomfortable. I’ve seen her feed the baby dozens of times, but I’ve always respected her privacy enough not to look directly at her chest.

“Yes,” she says with a whispered gasp. “Keep going.”

I smile at her encouragement, then wrap my lips around her nipple. Lennon arches her back, and I pull the fabric of her bra down even more and palm her breast.

“Fucking hell, Lennon,” I growl before flattening my tongue against her breast, licking and kissing every inch. Her breathing picks up, and I know she’s as affected as I am. I move my mouth to her other breast, pulling the cup down and giving it equal attention.

“I wouldn’t squeeze too hard,” Lennon says with a quiet chuckle, and when I taunt her and do it anyway, she shakes her head. “You’ve been warned.”

“And when have you ever known me to follow the rules?”

“Good point. Should’ve known the second I said that, you’d do the exact opposite.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle them with care.” I kiss her breast once more before putting the cups of her bra back in place.

I bring my lips to hers for a quick kiss.

“You’re driving me insane.”

“I’m not anywhere near done with you, sweetheart.” I smirk. “Tell me where else.”

“My thighs,” she responds, and I have her spread her legs for me. She obliges, keeping them on each side of my body, and seeing her like this has my dick groaning in agony.

I grab one of her legs and kiss up her thigh toward her pussy. Making sure to stay away from the temptation zone, I move to the next leg and do the same. Lennon’s moaning encourages me to tease and torture the hell out of her the way she’s involuntarily done to me for years.

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