Page 73 of Rough Around the Hedges

“Duly noted.” He slid his hand further up my thigh until his thumb brushed my underwear. “You don’t have to worry about that.” He lightly tugged on my hair, tilting my head back, and gently bit my lower lip. “I already know that’s not how you like it, anyway.”

“You—”

He cut me off with a kiss, and there was nothing gentle about it. The harshness of his touch sent a shiver down my spine in the best kind of way, and as I parted my lips so his tongue could find mine, the most infuriating burst of desire flooded my body.

The rougher his kiss was, the more I craved it. The more his fingers tightened in my hair, the harder I wanted him to pull. The more his hand moved along my thigh, the firmer I wished his grip was.

I didn’t want to want this man, and he didn’t want to want me.

Yet here we were. Relentlessly drawn to one another, shamelessly ignoring the voices in our heads telling us this was a terrible idea.

And just as I couldn’t stop, neither could he.

He was chalk and I was cheese, yet at the very same time, I was a moth, and he was a flame, inexplicably attracted to one another despite the inevitability of disaster.

I knew. I knew I needed to push him away. I needed to stop him kissing his way down my neck before I truly lost all sense of reason, but I couldn’t. Maybe I was already too far gone. Maybe I’d already lost my ability to think straight.

That was the only explanation for why he was pushing the robe off my shoulders, and why I was letting him.

Oliver’s eyes dropped to my body, swathed in his large shirt. “I should have known giving you my clothing to wear was a mistake.”

I reached forwards and cupped the bulge in his trousers. “I’m glad you’ve realised that. But I’m not here to talk, Oliver.”

He cupped my jaw and lowered his face to mine. “If you say my name like that while you’re touching my cock, I hope you’re willing to take responsibility for what you’re going to make me do.”

“Again, don’t threaten me with a good time.” I shook his hand off and leant up, brushing my lips across his neck. He breathed heavily when I gently squeezed his cock, and I said, “Didn’t you promise to fuck me so hard I’d hate you all over again?”

“I did,” he groaned.

“Then what’s taking you so long?”

“Fuck, you’re demanding.” He tugged my hips forwards slightly, then grabbed my wrists and flattened my hands on the desk behind me. “Don’t you dare move your hands.”

Tingles of delight danced over my skin, and I shivered as his lips brushed over my neck. He kissed his way down to my collarbone, and I had to fight the urge to reach up and sink my fingers into his soft hair. He continued his exploration down my body, undoing the buttons of my shirt one by one until I was completely exposed to him.

The way he touched me was as good as I remembered. The sensation of his tongue and teeth at my nipple was nothing but pleasure in both the gentle and the rough touches, and I tensed my fingers as if I could dig into the wooden desk with my fingertips.

A needy ache spread through my body. Oliver stopped me from wrapping my legs around his waist, grabbing the insides ofmy thighs so I couldn’t move. A moan escaped from between my lips when his thumb brushed over my underwear, just barely a glancing stroke of my clit through the material.

He smiled against my breast, flicking his tongue against my nipple, and slipped his fingers beneath my underwear. I was already wet from his teasing, and it was all too easy for him to push one finger inside me. A few strokes and he added another, and I dropped my chin forwards, closing my eyes as a sweet euphoria spread through my body.

He pulled back, and before I could open my eyes, he tugged the fabric to the side and sought my clit with his tongue. As if he knew exactly where it was, the tip of his tongue rolled against it, and he curved his fingers inside me ever so slightly.

“Ah—ahh!” I opened my eyes as if it would help, but it didn’t.

Because what I saw was Oliver’s face between my legs while he stared up at me with a hazy darkness in his gorgeous blue eyes. So many emotions jolted through me as we made eye contact, and although I wanted to tell him to look away, the words wouldn’t leave my mouth. Instead, I lifted my hand, desperate to sink it into his dark hair, desperate to hold his head where it was right now so he couldn’t move.

I didn’t want him to stop.

I didn’t want him to look away from me.

“Rose.” He kissed my clit, sucking on it gently. “Your hand, Rose. Put it back.”

As if hypnotised, I did exactly as he said.

“Good girl.” His eyes flickered as he said that. “Keep your eyes on me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Yes.

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