Page 70 of My Sweetest Obsession
A tear trickles down her cheek as she shifts against me. “Please…”
Hell.
I did love to hear her beg. Those few days we spent together before everything imploded, I lived to know it was what she wanted.
But this is different.
So full of desperation that it’s like that first night after we spread Drew’s ashes. The first time I touched her after I had sworn to myself that I wouldn’t ever again.
And it never should have happened.
Just like this shouldn’t.
I capture her face between my palms and brush my lips over hers to soften the blow of my rejection. “You know I would do anything for you, Ivy?—”
She presses her forehead to mine, her breath uneven, and a tear falls to my chest. “Then please give me this. I promise I’ll hate you tomorrow.”
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Her words should give me pause.
They should make me stop this madness that already seems to have engulfed us.
Because I know she means them.
I know that deep down, she will never stop hating me and won’t ever be able to forgive me for any of this—just like I know I won’t ever be able to forgive myself.
But if anything, her promise does the opposite.
Almost as if it gives me permission to do the one thing I swore I wouldn’t, the very thing Dale warned me would happen if I continued to place myself in her orbit.
My cock throbs where it’s pinned beneath her wet core, and my hands flex into her lush thighs. Heat licks across every inch of me, tightening my skin until it feels like it might burst open. The tension permeating my body makes me tremble beneath her, and she pulls her head back and looks at me, the plea written there in her gaze.
Let her hate you tomorrow.
She needs you to love her tonight.
No matter what happened between us in the past, no matter what I may have done and how I may have hurt her, no matter how bad this might be for me in the end, this is what she needs, and with her looking at me like this—like she absolutely does not hate me—it’s impossible for me to say no even if it might be the right thing to do.
And I can deal with the fallout later.
Not in this moment.
That’s a problem for tomorrow.
Tonight is about Ivy and giving her everything that’s in my power to give.
That simple realization is all it takes for me to crush my lips to hers, devouring her mouth the same way I just did her pussy. She whimpers and clutches my shoulders, her tongue gliding along mine, undoubtedly tasting her own release as she demands all the things I was so reluctant to give her.
Not because I don’t want it.
Never that.
But because I don’t deserve her or this.
I never did.
