Page 53 of When love and Hate Collide

Dean doesn’t respond and the silence between us spans. “So, what do you propose we do now then? Are we just supposed to ignore the fact that we hate each other and become best friends?”

I roll my eyes and continue to stare at the poster of high school musical that Ashlyn still has stuck up on her wall. “No, we just agree to be civil and stop doing and saying things to piss each other off every five minutes.”

“Fine.” Dean agrees jadedly and I give him a long distrustful look and he shakes his head. “What are you looking at me like that for?” I sigh, resting my head against the wall again.

“Good, so we’re in agreement.”

Dean smirks and nudges my leg with his knee. “Shall we kiss to seal the deal?”

I kick his knee away and shake my head, my face contorting to one of repugnance.

“Don’t make me sick. I wouldn’t even shake your hand in fear of not knowing where it’s been, let alone kiss you, Reyes.” I utter distastefully and Dean chuckles, nudging me with his knee again. I turn and look at him sharply and he licks his lips, his eyes holding mine.

“Don’t act like you’ve not been thinking about it,” Dean teases and pokes my side making me jump up. I swat his hand away and glare at him.

“Thinking about what?” I probe curtly and he smiles.

“The last place my lips have been.” My stomach goes tight, and I veer my gaze from his quickly and swallow thickly. Did the heat just go up a notch in this room? I’m in a damn bikini and I already can’t control my body around him as it is, the last thing I need is my nipples to start poking through the thin material. Damn him, now I can’t get the image of us kissing that night out of my head.

“I assure youIhaven’t, but let’s not pretend you’ve not been obsessing about it.” I lie, my eyes floating around Ashlyn’s room, desperate to avoid looking at him while I feel my cheeks grow hotter.

Dean guffaws and I feel the bed shift when he moves to sit upright. “Is that why you can’t look at me?”

Never one to cower away from a challenge I turn my head to audaciously look him directly in the eyes and raise my brow feigning boredom. “Are you a little bit obsessed with me, Dean Reyes?”

I gasp when Dean wraps his fingers around my ankle and yanks me towards him. In less than a second I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me, trapping me beneath him. My heart rate skyrockets, while I stare up at him, utterly stunned. Thankfully, our bodies are not touching, because he’s on his knees, but our faces, they’re a touch too close for my comfort. I place my hands against his well-defined chest ready to shove him off of me.

I see the amusement pirouetting in his green eyes, and his lips twitch a little.

“If I was obsessed with you, you would know about it,” Dean drawls, staring into my eyes. My eyes lower to his lips when he inches closer. “Besides, I don’t obsess baby. Ipossess.” He whispers and I feel my neck heating up.

“The only thing you possess Lieutenant, is the ability to proficiently and incessantly piss me off.” I reply in the same manner, smiling sultrily. Dean watches me aptly, his eyes flittering between my eyes and my lips as I speak.

Dean’s tongue subtly darts out and he runs it along his lower lip before he bites it, drawing my attention back to his full velvet lips. “I have many abilities, some of which you’ve had the pleasure of experiencing.” He smirks, “And others a strait-laced princess like yourself isn’t equipped to handle.”

“First of all, you insufferable pig, sleeping with me a couple times doesn’t entitle you to presume what I can and cannot handle,” I hiss, narrowing my eyes up at him. “Secondly, why do you insist on taking every conversation back to us sleeping together?”

“Because I can, and knowing it makes you seethe inside is pleasurable as fuck for me.” Dean burrs, dragging his nose over the length of mine. “With every word you claim I disgust you, but everything we did, all the things you allowed me to do to you proves the opposite. You can lie to me, but I know it’s on your mind, I know your tight little cunt becomes a hot sticky mess just thinking about it.” My mouth goes bone dry and I close my eyes. “Go on, say it,” Dean breathes and the warmth of his breath against my lips makes me quiver inwardly. “Open those big pretty green eyes and whisper to me how much you despise me.”

My eyes flutter open, and I stare up into his eyes, every orifice of my body aching and praying for his touch and I hate it. “I detest you with everything I am,” I tell him with pure vehemence, my gut twisting with anticipation while he smiles like the sick bastard he is. I’m starting to think he gets off on hearing me express my animosity for him. My conscience is screaming at me to not entertain this and shove his arse off me, but a wayward part of me, deep inside, is curious what he will do if I don’t stop him. It’s one thing sleeping with him, but to do it again and betray Ashlyn in her bedroom on top of her bed. I can’t. The lines between us have blurred significantly to a point it’s become non-existent and I’m hating myself more and more each day.

“And I love to hear it.” Dean voices, lowering himself down from his hands to rest on his elbows, decreasing the safe space between us while his knee nudges my legs apart before he settles himself in between them. I try my damned hardest not to react when I feel the hardness of his member pressing against my hip.Damn it, Jeyla, what the fuck are you doing? Time to react! Stop this!

“Dean—” Slapping some sense into myself I go to push him off but lose all cognitive function when those gorgeous lips descend to nibble on my ear. I’m a weak bitch. I bite my lip hard and muster enough energy to place my hands at his chest and push him back a little. “What’s gotten into you? Stop this,” I whisper, trying desperately to keep the tremor from my voice and appear pissed, but I fail miserably, and he picks up on it.

Dean drags his fingertips up my calves, leaving a trail of fire that slowly starts to consume me one bit at a time. “It seems we’re going to be stuck in here for a while so, I’m killing time.” I slap his hand away before his sneaky fingers disappear between my legs. “Also, I can’t stop thinking about pulling aside your bikini bottoms and licking up your delicious slut butter.”

My whole face burns hot, and he smiles when he draws his head back, peering down at me, those gorgeous green eyes brimming with red-hot lust.

“Jesus,” I whisper and close my eyes to gather up some sense. “Dean, I don’t—” The rest of my sentence is cut off when his lips come crashing down on mine. When Dean’s lips expertly ease me into the kiss, every ounce of fight I have in me vamooses and I’m kissing him back just as avidly.

I’m in such a haze that I don’t even hear the footsteps coming up the stairs, but it seems Dean’s sharp senses pick up on it in the midst of our heated make out session and he pulls back ending the kiss rather abruptly, leaving me panting breathlessly beneath him.

“Ash,” he whispers looking over at the door, eyes narrowed while pushing himself up and untangling our legs that are coiled together.

My heart leaps out of my chest when I hear the door’s lock click and voices on the other side of the door. I sit up and quickly fix myself up while Dean does the same, a deep scowl on his handsome face.

The door opens just as Dean sits back at the end of the bed looking all casual like we weren’t just sucking faces seconds ago. Ash and Oz walk into the room, her green eyes narrowed in scrutiny before she speaks.

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