Page 10 of When love and Hate Collide

I laugh softly in response and nod, “Permission granted.” Smiling, he reaches forward curling his fingers around my nape and drawing my face to his, once again claiming my lips. This kiss is different to the previous night’s impassioned ones. This kiss is tender and affectionate. He’s kissing me like he’s exploring every crevice of my mouth, imbedding the taste and feel of my mouth against his.

Much to my dismay, the kiss doesn’t last longer than a minute or two and we’re pulling back ending the mind-blowing kiss. When I open my eyes I find him gazing at me, his dark brows slightly drawn together looking rather perplexed.

Oh crap, I was right. I probably do look a hot mess to him right now. What a memorable impression you’re making, Jey, really. I could only imagine how rotten I must look to him right now with my make-up likely smeared under my eyes and my hair in a state of disarray from a night of wild sex and sleep.

Reflexively, I reach up and slyly smooth out my hair and shift to sit upright. “Uh, I should get going.” I say in a flurry.

“Go?” he intones, his brows knitting together tighter while he watches me pull the duvet up to cover up my bare breasts. “It’s...” he glances down at the silver watch on his wrist and blinks before he lifts his gaze to me again, “…sevenin the morning on a Saturday. What’s the rush angel? I have a better idea. Why don’t you come back to bed, and we can chill here for a bit, have some breakfast and I can drive you home later?” he offers, wrapping a strong arm around my waist and pulling me back down on the bed. I smile when he feathers soft kisses down the length of my neck.

“I really, really wish I could, but I can’t. I have a whole thing planned with my family this evening and my mother will chew me out if I’m not there to help her.” I explain apologetically and grin when I hear him groaning as I pull away and slip out of the bed again. He rests his head in his hand and watches me stand and gather my clothes that are strewn across the walnut-coloured wooden floor. I somehow manage to dress myself under the bed sheet I had wrapped around me without flashing my body to him. We may have had sex and I may be comfortable in my own skin but seeing me in the light of day? That’s a whole other ball game.

“So, do I now get the pleasure of finding out your name?” he questions cheekily, sitting up himself and pulling on his white Calvin Klein boxer shorts.

I smirk and roll my eyes, pulling on my last boot. “As I recall you had more than enough pleasure last night.” I say teasingly. “So no, you may not,” I add with a coy smile.

“Oh come on,” he chuckles while pulling on his jeans, not bothering to button them up. “You’re killing me here.”

“Good. I think I’ll leave you wondering a little longer,” I voice, standing from the bed, smoothing out my skirt and reaching over to pick up my clutch.

“Now why would you do such a thing?” he drawls, moving closer to me. I grin coquettishly at him and tuck my hair behind my ear as he nears me.

“Because, that way I will always be on your mind as the mysterious girl you spent a wildly passionate night with, instead of another random girl you picked up in a club.” I justify, licking my lips. My eyes lower to his mouth when he steps into my space.

“Oh angel, I promise you, whether I find out your name or not I will not be forgetting you in a rush. And let me just clarify that I never, for one second thought of you as justanother girl. I knew there was something about you the moment I set my eyes on you. If I had, we wouldn’t be standing here right now having this conversation.” He expresses, slipping his large hands around my small waist and drawing me against him.

Almost instantly I feel defenceless against his touch and fight off the urge to visibly quiver. I narrow my eyes at him and lick my lips, fleetingly drawing those jewel-like eyes to my mouth. “What?” he questions, eyes smouldering while they search mine. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just wondering how many girls have stood in my position and actually fell for this well-rehearsed speech you’re trying to feed me.” I purr, smiling while dragging my index finger down the path between his pecs.

He laughs, amused and bites his bottom lip, his handsome face glowing with mirth. “Shit, you wound me angel. I was being completely sincere with you then,” he affirms, curling his fingers around my wrist he pulls my finger over his heart. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” He vows, using my finger he slowly draws a cross. Our eyes interlock and he inches closer until our lips are almost touching, “…to my lover I’d never lie,” he whispers and brushes his lips over mine, drawing me in for a slow and deep kiss.

I melt into him and a breathy moan escapes me when he pulls away breaking the kiss, leaving my lady parts throbbing and my mind in a haze. “You better believe I’ll be recalling that kiss, the intoxicating taste of you and the tightness of your sweet cunt when I’m in bed later fist over cock wishing you were beneath me begging me to fuck you.” He drawls, nipping at my bottom lip with a sexy grin making my heart rate soar.

Oh God. I swallow thickly, but my throat is suddenly so dry it feels like a spoonful of sand is shoved down my gullet. If I don’t get the hell out of this house, I’m going to wind up naked on that bed shamelessly begging him to feast on me.

Cheeks aflame, I somehow manage to find a shred of strength within me and pull away from his embrace. “Oh, I know you will,” I tell him boldly, raking my hands through my hair and hold his gaze. “Good pussy is hard to come by these days and you’ve been given a taste of the crème de la crème, baby.” I declare sultrily with a wink before I turn on my heel and head to the bedroom door to leave.

He catches my wrist before I could take two steps. “Where do you think you’re going?” he questions, his dark brows drawn together slightly.

I turn to look back at him over my shoulder. “Home.”

“Let me drive you.”

“Thank you, but it’s a nice morning, I’d prefer to walk.” I tug my wrist out of his hold and walk towards the door. As I go to open the door his hand comes up above my head and he pushes it shut again.

“Angel, do I look like the type of guy that will allow a girl towalkhome? I brought you here, I’m driving you home.” He says in my right ear. The warmth of his breath and the deep silken tone to his voice in my ear almost knocks me off balance.

I turn my head to the left and raise my gaze to peer up at him. “Do I look like the type of girl that can’t take care of herself?” I reply, raising a challenging brow. He stares into my eyes and opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Our eyes remain locked as he reaches for the device in his pocket and he answers it. “Yeah?” he answers and frowns. I’m standing close enough to hear that it’s a girl on the other line. “Hang on a sec,” he says and pulls the device from his ear to speak to me. “I have to take this. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” he asserts, stepping around me he opens the door and disappears out of the bedroom.

I wait for him to move into another bedroom before I quietly slide out of the bedroom and rush downstairs and out the door. I hurry away from the house as quickly as I could in the heels I’m in and walk down the quiet street until I come to the busy high street. I see a black cab approaching and wave him down with my clutch. I could get on a train, but I absolutely did not fancy doing the walk of shame on public transport, nonetheless. Especially not after I get glimpse of myself in the reflection of the window as the cab rolls to a stop in front of me.

Oh, sweet Moses.

As soon asI walk into my childhood home, my nostrils pick up on the delicious scent of my mother’s freshly baked shortbread biscuits I love. I spot them on the cooling rack, lined up neatly and no mother in sight. I quickly swipe three biscuits off the tray and shove one whole into my mouth and moan when it instantly melts onto my tongue. “So good.” I mumble appreciatively as I make my way upstairs to my room. I open the door, fully ready to strip off and jump head first into my mattress when I find my older brother Oz sitting on my bed on his laptop. His brown eyes lift to look at me and he frowns. “Well shit, golden boy has finally found his way home.” Oz gibes playfully, picking up the pillow behind him and tossing it at me. “You forget how to use your fucking phone, you little dipshit? I’ve been calling you.”

I roll my eyes, smiling and throw the pillow back at him. “I’ve been back not even twenty-four hours bro, give me a fucking minute.” I answer, yawning and flop down onto my bed after I yank my t-shirt off and toss it on the chair across the room.

“Where have you been?”

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