Page 6 of I Hate Myself for Loving You
“Do you bed the women who hope to annihilate your cause to prevent them from coming out on top?” she shot back snidely.
“I was on top, as I recall.”
Avery’s body trembled, not only with the memory of their one-time encounter, but with the idea that she wasn’t trying very hard to keep another from occurring. “No, Lassiter. You know?—”
“I know nothing, Avery. I know we screwed our brains out and the next day you were gone. Your replacement didn’t have nearly the ass you do, especially when he chained himself naked to a tree.”
“I had business to attend to elsewhere. Now I’m here and we meet again. You on one side and me on another. That’s not news. We had no business doing what we did.
So could we forget that and move on like adults?”
His fingers swept over the underside of her breast and his mouth lingered over hers, the tip of his nose just touching her own. “Sure we can,” he answered cockily before taking her lips to his, nibbling the soft flesh.
“Good,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. Rotating her head away from his, she said brokenly, “That means—well, it means—that you have to—ohhh…” she murmured, distracted by the slither of his tongue, silky and hot, cool and sweet all at the same time, slipping between her lips and devouring her senses.
Her mouth parted like the Great Divide, opening in acceptance, letting his tongue wreak havoc with her body.
His chuckle was low when Avery responded, returning the kiss fully by arching into him.
Long fingers dipped into the top of her baggy sweater, trailed over the top of her cleavage, teasing her nipple with an elusive wisp of a swipe. He lingered, caressing the skin and kissing her with a greedy mouth that demanded she comply. Lassiter’s hands delved deeper, popping a nipple out of her lace bra and rolling it between his fingers.
Avery’s groan was long, shuddering, tormented by the electric shots of pleasure that flew between her legs with rapid fire. Liquid and like molten lava, she found herself wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer, inviting him to relieve the burning ache in her.
His fingers found the buttons of her sweater and deftly opened them, parting the material to pop the clasp on the front of her bra. He roamed over the swell of each breast, moving from the soft texture of skin to the harder, rippled texture of her nipple.
The internal battle for supremacy was losing in the wake of Lassiter’s hands.
Strong, callused, expertly moving from breast to breast, massaging them in sensuous circles.
She shivered, relaxing into him, straddling Lassiter’s thick thigh and rubbing against it with a slow slide. The friction of her jeans, coupled with his long fingers teasing her nipple, left Avery wet, squirming, and she clung to him.
When he dove for her nipple, latching onto it and sliding his tongue along the rigid flesh, Avery sighed, leaving a residual squeak to slip out in its wake. His mouth was heaven, his tongue raspy and hot, lapping at her aching nipple.
Her trembling was supported only by his solid hold on her, keeping her from melting on the spot. The sharp sound of the zipper on her jeans sliding down mingled with her exhale.
Lassiter sinuously slid a hot hand over her abdomen, circling her navel with his forefinger, trailing it over the top of her bikini underwear. Slipping under the silk, he wasted no time spreading her flesh, roaming over the lips at the apex of her thighs, wet and hungry for his touch.
She bucked against his hand, letting the heat of it hold her captive, absorbing the delicious torment he stirred.
When his finger found the hard, swollen nub of her clit, she bit her lower lip to keep from howling. Lassiter fondled her clit with gentle passes, then slid a finger into her passage, allowing a moment for her to adjust before thrusting with firm strokes.
The rise of an orgasm Avery shouldn’t be having lashed at her with a careless abandon. Small tendrils of smoke gave way to an inferno of sensation, clawing at her gut and settling between her legs.
She rode his finger, focusing all of her attention on the rigid pleasure it brought, while his mouth tugged at her nipple. Her hands grabbed at the thick locks of hair on his head, clutching and driving them into his scalp as the wild need for release took over everything else.
When his teeth grazed her already sensitive nipple and the heel of his hand caressed her clit, Avery whimpered, then let go with a heave of air. The pressure of her climax suspended and held her in its grip, then slammed into her with hurricane force, making her knees buckle.
Lassiter’s firm hold on her never wavered. When his skillful ministrations seized Avery, she collapsed against his rock-solid frame, blowing out a gush of air and clinging to him for support.
Dragging her upward, Lassiter stood her up to face him and smiled. “So, I guess we’re going to do the ‘this was a mistake’ thing again, right?”
Avery’s lips wouldn’t move, her throat desert dry. She shook her head. Christ, what was wrong with her? What was it about this man that one moment had her wanting to slice his balls up and serve them as pâté on a cracker, and the next melting like so much butter in his hot hands?
Gathering her focus, Avery looked into his dark brown eyes and gave him a saucy smile. “No. It’s never a mistake if I come.”
His eyebrow slid upward, but his impassive face remained calm, letting her know he wasn’t going to be ruffled by her smart mouth. “Well, at least someone did.”
“The right someone,” she shot back through clamped teeth.
