Page 113 of What If I Hate You
“This isn’t just sex this time,” I tell her. “We’re good at that part. Being with you is like opening my favorite book. The one I want to read over and over again because it never gets old.”
I dip my head and circle my tongue around the taut peak of her nipple, her back arching in response.
“Being with you is like tasting something I know I’ll crave for the rest of my life.”
I kiss between her breasts and suck her other nipple between my lips.
“Oh God, Bear…”
“It’s like being able to exhale after holding my breath for years and now all I want to do for the rest of my days is breathe with you.”
My mouth finds hers again, and suddenly, every kiss, every tender caress becomes a promise. I can feel her warmth radiating against me, wrapping around my heart like a lifeline. This is more than just skin touching skin; it’s the melding of two souls who’ve fought hard to stand where they are now. Her fingers clutch my shoulders, nails digging in slightly, urging me closer, deeper, demanding I lose myself in her.
I pull back, just enough to catch her gaze, those fierce, determined eyes staring up at me like she’s weighing every word I say. I slide my hand underneath the waistband of her sweatpants until my fingers connect with the warmth between her thighs. Her mouth falls open as she gasps lightly at my soft touch.
She’s so wet for me already.
Fuck, if I could let my fingers swim in this every day I would.
“I love you, Blakely Rivers. And I want to spend the rest of this night showing you just how much.” My voice is thick and low, full of that simmering desire that’s become the backdrop to everything we’ve been through together. I slide my finger through her arousal until I reach the small swollen nub of her clit and she moans with unbridled pleasure. The heat in her eyes lets me know she wants me just as much as I want her.
“I don’t need the rough and tumble tonight, Bear,” she replies, her tone equal parts tender and hungry. ”I just need you. This. Your hands. Your mouth. Your body…your love.”
“Everything you want from me is yours,” I murmur against her and then I dive back in, capturing her mouth with mine.I take my time, savoring the way she responds, how she melts under my touch like I’m igniting something inside her. I want to consume her, every single piece.
Her body arches pleading for more as the rhythm of my fingers matches the urgency in her breaths. Each pulse, each gasp draws me deeper into the gravity of this moment, this exquisite collision of want and need that’s spiraling out of control. I can’t help but lose myself in her, in the way she writhes beneath me like a flame dancing in the dark.
“God, Blake,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire, fingers continuing their tantalizing exploration, brushing and circling until she begins to quiver against me. “You’re everything.”
Her eyes roll back slightly as I work her clit with precision, a mix of soft strokes and firm pressure that makes her moan my name like it’s a prayer. I’m not just trying to bring her pleasure, I want to drown her in it, show her all the ways I adore her—every part of her that makes her so fiercely unique. I want her completely and utterly bare before me. The very idea of it sends a rush of heat coursing through my veins. With deliberate care, I slide my fingers from her slick core and grasp the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling them down with a teasing slowness that draws a desperate whimper from her lips.
The moment those pants hit the floor, her skin glows in the dim light.
"So, fucking beautiful," I murmur, my voice rough with need.
"Then stop staring and do something about it," she challenges, her breathing heavy and that familiar competitive spark in her eyes.
I trail kisses up her thighs, my breath warm against her silky skin. "Patience was never your strong suit, was it, Rivers?"
"Bear," she gasps as I near where she needs me most. "Please."
"Please what?" I ask, pausing to look up at her. "Tell me exactly what you want."
Her fingers tangle in my hair. "I want your mouth on me. Now."
I can't help but smirk. "So, demanding."
"You love it," she breathes.
"I love you," I correct before dipping my head. My tongue, hot and eager, finds her with a fervor that makes her gasp. The taste of her is sweet, like honey mixed with a hint of desperation, and I can’t get enough. I lick and tease and lick and tease, swirling my tongue around her sensitive bud, feeling her body arch and twist beneath me as if she’s trying to escape the overwhelming sensations.
"Oh god, yes," she cries out. "Right there."
I pause just long enough to say, "No escaping, Blake. I'm not stopping until you come apart for me."
"Bear, please…" she manages between ragged breaths and I hear every plea.
I dive back in, my tongue circling her with enough pressure to coax out those sweet sounds that drive me wild. She writhes beneath me, a mix of urgency and pure ecstasy, and the way her body responds to my every movement fuels the fire raging inside me. I’m desperate to push her further, to explore every inch of this uncharted territory we’ve stumbled into.
