Page 60 of Hate the One You're With
“Honestly, my body responds to anyone, not just you.” She lifts her chin and turns away from me, but I touch her delicate chin and whisper into her ear.
Fuck, she’s really trying to piss me off, but I won’t let her do that. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you bite your lip every time you catch me looking at you? Or how your breath hitches when I’m close? It’s just for me, baby. You’re still all mine. You can play the ice queen all you want, but your body gives you away every damn time.”
She tries to pull back, but I don’t let her. I tighten my grip. “You’ve been pushing me, Em, testing just how far you can go before I snap. Is that what you want? For me to lose control? Because I’m right there, and when I do, there’ll be no going back.”
Her breath catches, and I can see the effect my words are having on her, the way her body tenses with anticipation. “I can feel how much you want this—how much you want me.”
I run my thumb along the inside of her wrist, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch. “You think you can keep hiding behind that mask, but I’m going to rip it away. I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly that the only thing left will be the real you—raw, honest, and completely mine.”
She swallows hard, and I can see the conflict in her eyes—the part of her that wants to stay in control battling with the part that’s desperate to give in. But I’m not giving her a choice.
“Because the truth is,” I add, my lips brushing against hers as I speak, “you can’t hide from me anymore. I’m going to make you feel every inch of what you’ve been pretending you don’t want. And by the time I’m done, you won’t just want it—you’ll need it.”
Her eyes narrow, defiance flaring as she tries to push back. “You’re just craving sex. Zoe mentioned you usually have a different flavor every day,” she says, her tone sharp. “Maybe you should go and look for someone else—leave me alone.”
Fucking Zoe. She has a big mouth. I shouldn’t be surprised she shared that with Emmersyn. If it hadn’t been her, it would’ve been Audrey, Lily, or one of the guys. They’ve never approved of my choices. Not when I was flying solo or when I brought some woman to have a good time. They’re always watching me with that silent judgment.
Which is exactly why I always had to bring someone along whenever they were bringing dates. I didn’t want them to start bugging me, trying to set me up or, worse, thinking I still hadn’t forgotten my wife.
Because it’s fucking hard to forget the love of your life, your soulmate.
“Are you jealous, baby? Does it upset you knowing that mymouth has been on someone else’s pussy?” I taunt her, leaning in closer, my breath hot against her ear.
She arches an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Jealous? Please. I’m just concerned you might not be able to keep up—or maybe you’ve got plenty of STIs that might be driving you to madness.”
Her words are sharp, but there’s a flicker of something behind them—something she’s trying hard to hide. I can see the way her pulse quickens at her throat, the way her breath catches just slightly when I’m this close. The tension between us crackles, and I can’t resist pushing her further.
“Aww, my girl is jealous and worried about where my fingers and mouth have been, isn’t she?” I tease, my hand sliding down to touch her thigh, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her dress.
“Stop it,” she demands, her voice faltering for just a second. “I’m not your girl, and I don’t want your filthy mouth or fingers anywhere near me.”
I grin, leaning in closer. “It was just in there, and you seemed to enjoy it.”
“Well, I don’t want it again,” she snaps, but her words lack conviction, and we both know it.
I reach for a pen on the small table beside us, rolling it between my fingers as I study her, the idea forming in my mind. Her eyes narrow, watching me closely, unsure of what I’m planning.
“Open your legs, Emmersyn,” I order, my voice firm. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Her eyes widen slightly, a spark of something bright andeager flashing in them as my command sinks in. Without hesitation, she does just as I say, parting her legs, her breath catching in anticipation. There’s no trace of defiance now—just a willingness to obey, to see where this will lead.
“That’s more like it,” I murmur, my tone full of approval. The way she responds so quickly, so eagerly, sends a surge of satisfaction through me. “You always know just how to please me, don’t you?”
With a slow, deliberate movement, I slide the pen down her thigh, watching as her breath hitches, her body betraying the cool demeanor she’s trying to maintain. Her skin prickles under the light touch, her muscles tensing as she struggles to stay composed.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she stutters, her voice a mix of irritation and something else—something more primal.
I don’t answer right away, letting the tension build. “Just showing you how creative I can be, Em. If you’re not ready for my mouth or my fingers, maybe this will do.”
I trail the pen farther up her thigh, my touch light, teasing, until it’s pressing against the thin fabric of her panties. She gasps, her hand gripping the armrest as she tries to stay in control, but I can see it slipping.
“Caleb . . .” She starts, but her voice is shaky, and I can tell she’s fighting the urge to give in.
I lean in close, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper, “I’m going to make you come, baby. And you’re going to love every second of it. You can pretend to be cold all you want, but I know the truth. I know what you need.”
I press the pen against her more firmly, moving it in slowcircles, and she moans softly, her head falling back against the seat.
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as I watch her, knowing I’ve got her right where I want her. But then I see her eyes flicker toward the cockpit, a hint of anxiety creeping into her expression. “Caleb . . . the pilot—he’s so close. He’s going to hear me.”
