Page 9 of When love and Hate Collide

I grin and gaze up at him through my lashes. “Why are we wasting time asking inane questions when we could be using our mouths for things so much more…” I drawl suggestively, lifting my index finger I sluggishly trail it along his jaw, “…pleasurable.” I finish with a whisper and smile when his jaw clenches and his eyes light up with unruliness.

“There’s no arguing with that. How much have you had to drink?” He asks, pressing light kisses to my jaw.

“Just enough to let loose, but not so much you should feel like you’re taking advantage.” I tell him openly.

“That’s the perfect amount.” He responds grinning back at me roguishly when I laugh. Taking my hand into his larger one he tugs me toward the BMW.

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Am I being reckless and irresponsible going off with a boy I just met a couple of hours ago? Yes, absolutely, and the sensible girl inside that I’ve locked up and gagged is kicking and screaming at me to not be so foolish and turn back before it’s too late. Am I going to? Fuck no, but I have to put my heart back together again and if I need to be a little wild and reckless to forget the deep ache in my chest then so be it. While I’m silently battling with my inner thoughts, I don’t notice the car pull up outside a house. “Wait, are we in… you live in Chelsea?” I finally ask, my brain snapping back to reality. I eye the well-lit street as we step out of the car. Nothing to be alarmed about, it’s a normal London residential street, lined with two storey Victorian style houses.

“Nah, not mine. It belongs to a mate of mine, he’s off on holiday for a couple of weeks, he asked me to keep an eye on the place in the meantime.” He explains coolly and takes my hand, leading me toward the white front door. I nod and rest myself against the wall by the door while he tries to unlock it.

“Doing a fine job of it, I’m sure.” I express, nibbling on my bottom lip. Smiling, he looks over at me before slowly moving closer until he’s standing directly in front of me. “And your friend doesn’t mind you inviting strange women back to his house?” I probe when he presses his firm body into mine.

“Well, first of all, you’re the first girl I’ve ever brought here. Secondly, who says he has to find out?” He responds smoothly before dipping his head to kiss me, but I place my hand on his chest and stop him. Those green eyes snap up to mine and he stares down into my upturned face questioningly.

“Uhm, I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me.” I start to say and lower my eyes to stare at the logo of his Moschino t-shirt. “I don’tdoone-night stands—in fact I’ve never...”

I peek up at him in time to see his dark brows rise slightly. “Wait, are you a…virgin?” he questions wide-eyed, looking a little stunned. I laugh and shake my head.

“God, no, I’m absolutely not a virgin. I just, I don’t want you to think I’m some tart that jumps into bed with every guy she meets, because I’m not.”

A slow smile spreads across his handsome face and he bites down on his lip while his eyes search mine. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask warily and before I could acquire an answer from him, his hot mouth is drawing me in for another feverish kiss.

On a moan I part my lips for him, heartily granting him access to devour my mouth. Lips still fused, in the midst of our heated hiss, with no effort at all he lifts me into his arms and we enter the house. The door is kicked shut with his foot and we clumsily make our way through the house in the dark, only stopping a few times along the way for him to grind his throbbing erection against my pussy when I suck on his tongue.

My sexed-up brain doesn’t even register my surroundings until my back hits a soft mattress. “You’re so fucking beautiful and the fact we just met and my opinion of you means something to you just proves that you’re different,” he groans, dragging his lips down the length of my throat. “The moment I slid my finger inside your pussy and felt how tight you are I already knew right there and then you don’t sleep around. I’m no expert, but I’ve had my share of pussy baby, either you’ve been sleeping with guys with pencils for dicks or there’s not been more than two.”

My eyes open, my jaw slackens while I stare up at him in astonishment. Well shit. Ihaveonly slept with one other guy, but how could he possibly know that by fingering me? My face and neck start to redden under his deeply penetrating gaze. “And judging by the stunned look on your face, I’m going to bet it’s the latter.” I swallow thickly when his hands lift my bare arms, pinning them above my head. He leans down, closing his eyes at the last second as he presses his mouth against mine, tongue flicking out requesting me to open up for him straight away.

I moan into his mouth when his knee nudges my legs apart and he grinds his engorged erection against me. The delicious heat of his tan skin on mine combined with his stiffness between my legs has my body quaking. Our fingers lace, and our kiss grows hot and needful, making it bloody impossible to find an imp of self-control within me to put a stop to this before it goes any further.

That promise I made to myself about not sleeping with him is disappearing rapidly.

Those long fingers of his trail down my bare arms while the other hand unzips my skirt before pulling it down over my hips and off my legs, revealing the black silk thong I’m wearing underneath.

A breathy whimper escapes me when he draws back ending the kiss. The hand that is on my arm moves to my throat, his fingers curl and he pulls me upright, pulling my crop top off all the way and discarding it on the floor. His warm palm runs over my almost naked spine making me shiver visibly. My head tips back, moaning as his lips leisurely trace down my throat. I could feel his narrow hips digging against my own and I couldn’t resist grinding against him.

“Fuck,” he grunts, but it sounds more like a distress call. I raise my head and stare at him with wide lust filled eyes. His large hand slides up my back and I heave a shaky breath when his lips continue their journey down to the valley between my breasts. With one flick of his fingers my bra comes undone and my breasts fall free from their confines. His eyes widen and jaw tightens while he observes my bare tits. He draws his full lower lip into his mouth. Jesus, I’m not used to being looked at in that way—at least not for quite a while now.

A slow, sexy smile appears on his handsome face while he stares at me, the last thing I expected when he was so intense only minutes ago. The pad of his thumb grazes my hardened nipples, eliciting a gasp from me. When his mouth replaces his fingers and he sucks my nipple I whimper, biting down on my lip to keep from moaning too loudly, my head falls back. “Oh God,” I hiss, fisting the covers. Slowly, he splays his hands out over my hips, sliding my underwear down my legs and tossing them aside. There I lay, completely naked and exposed to this beautiful stranger. I’m held captive under his heated gaze, I couldn’t move a muscle even if I tried.

I watch him reach up and grab the collar of his t-shirt and pull it off. My mouth goes dry, and the sight of him towering over me like some mythical creature built with rippling muscles and exuding buoyancy has me wet and aching between the legs for him like never before.

Oh, fuck it, a little foreplay never hurt anyone…

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Morning came around faster than I would have liked. I stir, waking from a peaceful slumber and find myself wrapped up in the strong arms of my mystery man. I observe him a little and smile when I notice the red love bite I left on his neck in the midst of our passion. I know, I know, I said I wouldn’t sleep with him and only stick to foreplay but the things this sexy boy can do with his tongue is damn well wicked. Reaching over I gently trace his lips with the tip of my index finger, a warm feeling spreads over me starting from my toes all the way up to my head.

It's truly bizarre, but he doesn’t feel like a random man I just met on a night out. There’s something vaguely…familiarabout him, but I can’t for the life of me figure out what it is.

While I’m watching him he stirs at my touch. Hm, not a heavy sleeper. Those green eyes slowly open and he blinks a couple of times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room. His eyes find mine and his lips curl into a lazy smile once he registers his surroundings and the happenings of the previous night likely comes rushing back to him.

“Good morning,” I greet quietly when he rolls over onto his side to face me properly. I smile coyly while he just gazes into my jade eyes. Suddenly I’m very aware of the fact that I’m very naked and probably look like absolute dog shit right now.

“It sure is,” he answers smoothly, returning a handsome smile. My cheeks grow hot, turning a nice shade of pink. “Requesting permission to kiss you, Miss.”

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