Page 57 of When love and Hate Collide

“I’m fully aware that I chose the window seat, Reyes. I never choose to sit next to you though, did I? That’s the wonderful unremitting work of my hapless fate yet again. Now move, so I can sit down, people are staring at me.” I chastise him and he sighs and instead of getting up he sits up straighter and spreads his legs wider apart so I can climb over.

Stupid son of a…

“Come on, don’t be so coy, it’s not the first time you’ve straddled my lap now is it, JJ?” I close my eyes and start slowly counting to ten in my head to kerb the urge to raise my voice and cause a scene in this plane while people are trying to sleep. Keep it together Jeyla, he’s trying to provoke you, don’t rise to it.

I throw my leg over his and shift to climb over but the bastard purposely pushes his leg wider, so my foot slips and I fall into his lap. I draw in a quick breath, placing my hands on his chest to steady myself. Dean smirks, his large hands coming up to rest on my hips. There’s a wicked glint in his eyes that even in the dim lighting of the aircraft I can still make out. I ignore his remark and go to move off him, but he grips my hips and discreetly rocks his hips up while pulling my hips down to grind himself against me.

My body judders when a jolt of pleasure fires through me and I almost moan but catch myself just in time. Like fuck I’m giving him that satisfaction. I press the heels of my hands into his gut as I shift off him. Dean groans and chuckles lowly as I slide back into my seat. The entire interaction is over in less than two seconds to anyone looking in, but to me it feels like minutes that our bodies are pressed together intimately.

“Jerk.” I mutter acidly.

Dean glances back at the others before he rests his head back against the headrest and turns to look at me. “I heard that.”

“You were supposed to, fool.” My eyes snap to the side to look at him and I shove his arm off the arm rest between us and put mine there instead. Dean glowers at me and pushes mine off before he lifts the arm rest up so neither of us can use it. I stare down at the now empty space between us— that’s dangerous territory. The arm rest has been serving as a safety barrier of sorts and without it… well it doesn’t make much of a difference really, but to me—as silly as it sounds—it feels like an entire wall of armour has just been removed, and I’m left defenceless against his carnal advances which I can sense are coming given the fiery look I’m detecting in his green eyes.

“Oh good, are we done pretending to be civil with one another already?” Dean questions piously, licking his lips when his eyes flitter down to my mouth and he slowly drags them back up to hold my gaze again. “Because I find you more tolerable when we’re fighting,” he voices and smiles. “You and me, we’re not cut out for civility.”

I press my lips into a thin line and harden my glare, “If only you knew how much it physically pains me to try and be civil with a cunning little prick like you. Especially when I’m forced to look at your piteous face, I want nothing more than to tear it right off and slap you with it.” I hiss lowly and he smirks back at me sinisterly.

“Oh, trust me, I’m all too familiar with the pain. I’ve been living with this revulsion burning a hole in my gut for the last seventeen fucking years.”

I sigh and reach up to the turn on the aircon or cooling system over the seat. I’m beginning to feel a little too warm and flustered.

“And you say I’m the queen of contradictory,” I utter sourly with a shake of my head. “Weren’t you the one just grinding you erection into me not even a minute ago?”

“Weren’t you the one moaning? Or are you going to sit there and refute that, too? Just like you’ll deny the fact that you’re soaking through your panties right now,” he fires back, raising a challenging brow at me when I go to snub him.

Instead, I smirk provocatively and lean in closer, keeping my eyes firmly fixed on his. “You’re wrong again, Reyes, because I’m not wearing panties.” I confess and Dean’s eyes narrow slightly, and I see his Adams apple bobbing in his throat when he swallows. “Did your mouth just water envisioning my bare, wet pussy?” I whisper, staring into his eyes. “You remember how good I taste, don’t you?”

Dean’s chest rises and falls evenly while he licks his lips. The main lights in the aircraft go out completely and the electric blue led lights come on to allow passengers to sleep more comfortably.

I think it’s high time I teach this prick a little lesson. Feeling brazen, I bite my lip and slide down my seat a little.

“You’re not wrong about my pussy being wet, though. It would be so easy for my fingers to wander into my bottoms to touch myself right here, under the concealment of this blanket.”

All signs of amusement vanish from Dean’s face but those eyes, those eyes are blazing fire singeing every inch of my already flushed skin.

“As ifyoupossess the bravado to pull off something as promiscuous as that,” he expresses gruffly and smiles. “You’re too chickenshit.”

Indignity spreads across my chest causing my throat to go dry, and all of a sudden I forget how to swallow. As much as I hate that he’s right, the urge to prove him wrong is so much stronger than my morals in that moment. “Watch me.”

Dean’s jaw tightens and he nods, “Fucking do it, I dare you.”

Well, there’s no turning back now.

“And if I do? What do I get?”

Dean licks his lips and exhales slowly, “My respect.”

I purse my lips and shake my head, “That’s worthless to me.”

“What do you want?”

My lips curl into a devious smile, “If I do this, you don’t hook up with anyone for the rest of the summer.” I offer and Dean guffaws in amusement.

“Aw baby, does it bother you that much to see me with other girls?” He taunts me smugly and I roll my eyes in exasperation and smack his hand away when he reaches over to take hold of my chin.

“I couldn’t give less of a hot steaming pile of shit who you shag, you filthy toerag.” I utter frostily, “I just want to watch you suffer.”

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