Page 77 of What If I Hate You
The smile she’s sporting is either casual or lethal—I haven’t figured out which yet—and she’s holding up a six-pack like it’s a peace offering.
“Hope you’re hungry,” she says.
“Oh, I am.” I nod, my eyes roaming her adorably fuckable self. “But not for pizza.”
I let the door swing open so she can come in but she doesn’t even get one foot in the door before I’m hoisting her up in my arms and burying my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in as she giggles in my arms.
“What are you doing?”
“You smell amazing.” I spin us around and kick the door shut behind me, not willing to let her go for one fucking second. "Christ, you're going to kill me," I murmur against her skin, my lips grazing the soft spot beneath her ear. The six-pack dangles precariously from her fingers as I hold her against me.
"Bear!" She laughs, legs wrapping around my waist. "The beer's going to drop!"
I reluctantly set her down on the counter but keep her pressed against me, one hand sliding beneath the hoodie to find warm, soft skin. "I can't believe you're wearing this."
"You left them for me," she says, tilting her head with that smirk that drives me insane. "What was I supposed to do, not wear them?"
"You have no idea what seeing my name on your back does to me." I take the beer from her hand and set it on the counter next to her without looking, my eyes never leaving hers.
Killer meows from somewhere near our feet, but I ignore him. I’m way too focused on the way Blakely’s pupils dilate as I crowd her space.
"Is that right?" Blakely teases, her legs parting just enough to let me step between them. "And what exactly does it do to you, Cunningham?"
I grip her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter until she's flush against me. There's no hiding how hard I am, how instantly she affects me.
"It makes me want to fuck you until you can't remember your own name," I growl against her ear. "Until the only name you remember is mine."
She shivers, her hands sliding up my bare chest. "That's pretty ambitious for a Tuesday night."
"I've got ambition to spare where you're concerned." I slide my hands up her thighs, feeling the soft material of the sweatpants beneath my palms. “And I’ve been craving you for the last four fucking days.”
“Hmm.” The knowing smirk on her face tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing. “So, I guess one night wasn’t enough huh?” she asks, her voice dropping to that husky tone that makes my dick twitch.
“That night was a fucking tease compared to what I want to do to you right now, sweetheart.” I capture her mouth in a kiss that's nothing like the gentle hello I'd planned. It's hungry and desperate, my tongue sliding against hers as she moans intomy mouth. My hands slip under the hem of her hoodie, finding nothing but bare skin underneath.
"Jesus Christ," I groan, my fingers exploring the warm expanse of her bare stomach. "You're not wearing anything under this, are you?"
"I thought I'd save us some time," she says, biting her lower lip in that way that makes me want to devour her. "Since I know how impatient you can be."
"You're fucking perfect," I murmur against her lips before capturing her mouth again, my hands sliding higher until I'm cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her already hardened nipples. The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—goes straight to my cock.
"Fuck the pizza," I growl, lifting her off the counter in one fluid motion. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly, and I can feel her heat pressed against me even through our clothes. "It'll still be there later."
"But I'm hungry," she teases, though her voice catches when I squeeze her ass through the sweatpants.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got something you can put in your mouth.”
Her laugh vibrates against my lips as I carry her toward the bedroom, but I don't make it that far. My need for her is too urgent, too primal. I turn and press her against the wall in the hallway, pinning her there with my body as I devour her mouth.
"What happened to the bedroom?" she asks when I break away to trail hot kisses down her neck.
"Too far," I declare, hiking her higher against my hips. "Need you now."
I push the sweatpants down her hips, and she kicks them off while I hold her against the wall.
"You have no idea what you do to me," I whisper against her collarbone, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Seeing youwith my name on your clothes makes me fucking crazy." I yank down my jeans with one hand while keeping her pinned against the wall with my body. My cock springs free, hard and aching against her bare thigh.
"Bear," she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I need you inside me. Now."
