Page 59 of Hate the One You're With
His hand slides down my side, finding the hem of the short dress that’s been driving him crazy. The moment his fingers slip beneath the fabric, I gasp, a shiver of anticipation running through me. He breaks the kiss, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath warm against my skin.
His hand inches higher, skimming over my thigh, teasing me with every touch. I can feel the intensity of his gaze, theway he’s holding himself back, barely, and it sends a thrill straight through me.
“Cal—” I try to talk, but he cuts me off with a low growl, his hand gripping my thigh, pulling me closer.
“Shh, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear, sending goosebumps across my skin. “You’ve been driving me out of my mind, parading around in this dress, knowing exactly what the little fabric does to me. You know what happens when you tease me.”
His fingers tracing the edge of my panties, the sensation making me dizzy with want. He’s so close, and I can’t help but arch into him, my body betraying how much I need this, how much I need him.
With one swift motion, he pushes my panties aside, his fingers sliding against my slick heat. I gasp, my body jerking in response as his touch sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me. The world narrows down to the sensation of his fingers teasing me, the deliberate way he’s making me feel every inch of his touch.
He kisses me hard, his mouth capturing mine with an urgency that matches the rhythm of his fingers. I can’t think, can’t breathe—every thought dissolves into pure sensation as he thrusts his fingers inside me, deep and insistent. My moan is swallowed by his kiss, my hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, holding on as the pleasure builds, hot and fast.
Each thrust is precise, controlled, driving me closer to the edge. I can feel the tension coiling in my belly, the way my body responds to him, completely at his mercy. His thumb circles my clit, adding another layer of intensity, and I’m lost—completely undone by the way he knows exactly how to push me, how to make me unravel in his hands.
He pulls back just enough to murmur against my lips, his voice thick with desire, “You’re so wet for me, Em. You’ve been needing this, haven’t you?”
I can’t speak, can only nod as he continues to finger fuck me, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. My head falls back against the door, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he drives me higher, the tension tightening until it’s almost unbearable.
His mouth is everywhere—my neck, my jaw, my lips—his kisses as demanding as his touch, and I can feel myself teetering on the brink, the pleasure spiraling out of control.
“Let go,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear, his fingers never slowing. “I’ve got you.”
And with that, I do. The tension snaps, and I come apart around him, my body shaking with the force of it. He keeps his fingers moving, drawing out every last bit of my release as I cry out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders, anchoring myself to him.
As the aftershocks ripple through me, he slows his movements, his lips brushing softly against mine in a kiss that’s surprisingly tender after the intensity of what just happened. I’m still trembling, my body humming with the remnants of pleasure, and all I can do is cling to him, my heart pounding in my chest.
I’m on the edge, waiting, hoping, needing him to take it further, to give me everything I’m craving. His fingers are still inside me, his touch maddeningly controlled, and I’m so close to begging for it when?—
A knock on the door jolts us both, shattering the moment. “Hey, Liam is trying to get in touch with you, asshole. The plane’s ready for takeoff,” Max’s voice calls out from the other side.
I freeze. My heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. Caleb’s hand stills, his eyes locked on mine, a dark promise lingering in them despite the interruption.
Max’s footsteps retreat down the hall, leaving us alone again, but the spell has been broken. I’m relieved—my mind reeling from the intensity of what almost happened—but I’m also flustered, my body still aching for more, the desire still pulsing through me.
Caleb doesn’t move, his fingers still buried deep inside me, his eyes narrowing as he takes in my reaction. Slowly, a wicked grin spreads across his face. “You thought you were going to get away that easily?” he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.
I swallow hard, my breath catching as he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “You think I won’t fuck you right here, right now? Maybe your pretty little mouth . . . or perhaps your tight little cunt.” His words send a fresh wave of heat through me, the threat making me shiver with both anticipation and something darker, something that makes my knees weak.
But before I can respond, he pulls his hand away, leaving me aching and empty. I watch, breathless, as he slowly brings his fingers to his lips, his eyes locked on mine. He licks them clean, tasting me, his gaze never wavering. A low, satisfied groan escapes him, and I shiver as the heat between us intensifies.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “I can’t wait to eat your pussy again. Next time, I’m going to take my time, make you beg for it.”
His words make my knees weak, and I’m trembling with the need for him to make good on that promise. His eyes flash with something that’s equal parts lust and control, and I can see the satisfaction in his expression, knowing he’s left me wanting, needing more.
“We’re not done, Em,” he promises, his voice firm and laced with heat. “Not by a long shot. You’re going to get exactly what you want . . . but not until I decide you’re ready.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Caleb
This cold andhot attitude of hers is driving me fucking crazy—and horny. I can barely keep my hands off her, the way she switches from ice queen to something softer, more vulnerable—to the person I met who soon disappeared from me. All I want is to fuck the cold princess act right out of her, make her drop the façade forgood. Claim my girl, the one who I gave my heart to and agree to spend at least seven years of my life hoping I would fall madly in love with her.
As we settle into the small jet, the tension between us is palpable. I lean in closer, my voice a low growl as I murmur in her ear, “You think you can keep this up, Em? Acting like you don’t care, like you’re above all this? I see right through you.”
Her eyes flash with a mix of defiance and something else—something darker that only spurs me on. “Leave me alone. You already lost quite a few things, keep it up.”
I scoff. “This is why you didn’t want me to touch you, isn’t it? Because you knew I would break through that shield, knock down the walls, and see you. See the wizard behind the curtain.”
