Page 48 of Hate the One You're With
Am I planning to wear almost nothing while I’m around him?
Absolutely.
He’ll be dealing with a serious case of blue balls by tomorrow night, or he’ll start losing assets one by one. If I recall correctly, he likes it at least twice a day. That gives me three hundred and sixty-some chances to recover every item he’s trying to take away from me. And as an added bonus, I get his cock. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it.
As I mentioned, he taught me to need him—to crave the feel of him inside me, the way his length soothes every ache and need. He’s made me hunger for the way he fills me, the way he satisfies my deepest desires.
And right now, I’m starving for it. The thought of taking him in my mouth, of feeling him on my tongue, brings a rush of heat that’s impossible to ignore. I want to taste him, to let him fill me, to be the one who satisfies his darkest desires.
What I would’ve given to see him opening that door, storming in, and pressing me against the shower wall, his body hot and hard against mine, his hands rough as they roamed over every inch of me.
But then he glances up, and all those thoughts come to a screeching halt. His eyes lock onto mine, and in that split second, I see everything. The barely restrained desire burning in his darkened gaze, the raw hunger that’s threatening to snap his control. His eyes are filled with need—his pupils dilated, his chest heaving slightly as though he’s trying to keep his breathing steady.
It’s like a switch has flipped, and all he can think about is burying himself inside me: fucking me hard and deep until there’s nothing left but the two of us tangled in sweaty sheets.
And then, something darker flickers in his eyes, a flash of pure, unfiltered need that nearly makes my knees buckle. It’s the way he used to look at me when all he wanted was to see me on my knees, lips wrapped around his cock, taking him so deep that I’d choke on his thickness.
“Take it, baby,” he would order, his voice thick with desire. “Show me how much you want it, how you want to swallow me.”
I can almost feel the weight of him against my tongue, the salty taste of him flooding my mouth as he thrusts deeper, his hands fisting in my hair, controlling the pace as he watches me struggle to take all of him.
The image of me, kneeling before him, eyes glazed over with desire as I desperately try to please him, flickers in my mind, and I know he’s picturing the same thing.
I slowly lick my lips, the gesture deliberate and teasing, asif I’m promising him everything he’s been fantasizing about. His jaw clenches, the muscle ticking with tension, and I can almost feel the heat rolling off him, thick with frustration and desire.
He’s on the edge, teetering between holding back and giving in, and I can see how much it’s killing him not to close the distance between us and take what we both know he wants.
His gaze drops to my lips, watching the slow, tantalizing sweep of my tongue, and his nostrils flare. It’s almost imperceptible, but I catch it—the way his knuckles turn white from the grip he has on the counter, as if he’s using it to anchor himself, to stop himself from crossing the room and claiming me right then and there.
The air between us crackles with tension. It's so thick and charged that I can barely breathe, and I know without a doubt that he’s fighting a losing battle.
The smirk on my lips deepens, and I take a step closer, the space between us shrinking. “Caleb,” I murmur, my voice low and sultry, daring him to make the next move.
He sucks in a breath, and for a moment, I swear he’s going to snap—close the distance, slam me up against the wall, and take me like he’s been dying to. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, eyes locked on mine, burning with the promise of what could happen but he won’t give it to me. He might tease me, punish me, but he won’t give me his cock for teasing him.
“You want me to work—” I pause deliberately, biting my lower lip for effect. “The coffee maker.”
“You’re playing with fire,” he says, his voice rough. Each word striking like a match against flint. That voice, all darkand gravelly, sends a pulse of heat straight to my core, is making my breath hitch.
My body hums with need, every inch of me craving the touch I know he’s holding back. If he laid a hand on me right now, I’d be done for.
“Excuse me?” I say, feigning innocence as I tilt my head, a playful smile dancing on my lips. I’m savoring this, pushing him, testing just how far I can take it before he finally snaps.
He walks closer, his presence magnetic, but still keeps enough distance to maintain the thin line between us. His blue eyes narrow, frustration mixing with something darker, something hotter, something that sends a thrill straight through me. “You know exactly what you’re doing, Emmersyn. You’re provoking the fuck out of me.”
“Provoking you?” I let out a soft, incredulous laugh, playing it off even though I’m fully aware that I’m guilty as charged. “I’m just offering to make coffee. If that’s all it takes to rile you up, maybe you need to work on your self-control.”
His gaze drops to my lips, then slowly trails down my body, lingering on every curve, making my skin prickle with anticipation. By the time his eyes snap back up to meet mine, I’m burning.
“Trust me,” he growls, voice low and rough, “my self-control is the only thing keeping me from bending you over that counter and fucking you senseless.”
I raise an eyebrow, my smile turning into a wicked smirk. “Is that so? I thought I wasn’t getting your cock.”
His jaw tightens, and he takes another step closer, the distance between us shrinking to nothing. The air around us thickens, electric, like we’re on the edge of something explosive.I can see the battle in his eyes, the war between keeping himself in check and giving in to what we both desperately want.
The idea of him losing that tight grip on control, of finally letting go, sends a delicious shiver down my body that’s almost too much to handle.
“Emmersyn,” he murmurs, his voice a dangerous whisper, “you have no idea how badly I want to drop to my knees and make you scream my name until you can’t take it anymore.”
