Hate to Love You(108)

Angry gasps and half-said words ricocheted in the darkness as we struggled against each other. He cupped my head and brought my mouth up to his, and I heard a long, desperate sound. It was my voice and his, laced together in need and hunger, unable to express ourselves any differently. He kissed me harder, his hips grinding into mine until everything around us disappeared.

Were we on the bed or on the floor? All I knew was that it was dark and he was there and for that moment he was mine. Nothing else mattered except his demands in my ear, his hands caressing me, trying to touch me everywhere at once. His skin was hot, zapping me as I stroked him. Little exclamations that fuelled my own.

I grappled with his belt buckle and shoved his trousers down. He was commando tonight, springing into my hand the moment his zipper was undone. I didn’t have time to grasp him before his fingers were inside me, flicking the switch that turned the heat up higher.
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I was so wet he let out a guttural groan, making me blush at my obvious arousal. Then I fit my hand around his shaft and found that he was just as eager. He was straining, slick in my palm and I wanted him inside me but it was too late. He’d hit the magic spot one too many times and I cried out into the darkness, into him, tears running down my face as my climax shook me.

Then his mouth was on mine and his voice low and fierce in my ear. “You’re mine.”

It was a shock to hear him say it out loud. He took my hands and pinned them to the bed, nudging my thighs apart and fitting himself to me roughly. I wasn’t sure if he was beast or man and I didn’t care.

I wanted to ask him so many things but I choked on the words, thinking of my past and all the pain I’d caused him. Of how my lie about Ryan had shaken him, hurt him badly and ultimately—

“Made me so angry I swore I’d never feel anything for you again,” he said.

I lifted my hips to take him deeper, gasping as he filled me.

“You were right,” he said, driving hard. “About everything. I wanted you the day we met and I want you now. I need you, Paisley. I’ve been through hell without you and I don’t care what your motives are anymore, I’m not letting you go.”

Anything I would have said was cut off by his lips, claiming me until I forgot everything but him. His hand on my breast, his lips on my skin, his cock demanding my response. His pace was furious, forcing me to keep up, forcing me to take him deep, and then deeper still. His anger remained, channelled into need so desperate I thought it might consume me, but all that mattered was that he didn’t leave me alone again, out in the cold without his heat to sustain me.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, over and over.

“Not bloody likely.”

He thrust so deep I raked my nails down his back. Our bodies were slick with perspiration, tight with passion, writhing and grinding against each other. We didn’t make love and we didn’t fuck.

We rutted.

Beasts, whittled down to our most basic forms, naked and nothing between us.

Oh crap, nothing between us?

I struggled, shifting my hips in an effort to regain my sanity. James shifted with me. I wanted to sit up but he didn’t let me, hands on my thighs to keep me in place, moving against him.

“No more barriers,” he said, shutting my brain off with a kiss, taking my tongue and twisting it so that I couldn’t respond even if I’d known what to say.

Tumultuous, angry passion had swept us from the sitting room and crashed us against the rocks. Now I felt like a sinking ship, listing to the side and getting helplessly submerged in deep, primitive need. This was James, showing me he didn’t care about the past, that he wanted the future and everything that went with it. No matter what.

He stopped moving, his engorged cock pulsing along with his heartbeat inside me. “Tell me if you want it too or this ends right now,” he said, sounding as far away from a coolly contained lawyer as possible. “You’re mine and I don’t share.”

“You’re the only man I want,” I panted. “Come inside me, James.”

“Say it again, that last bit.”

His wish was my command.

The sound of his pleasure was all it took to sink my ship to the bottom of the sea, where I confronted the sharks and discovered they were stupid and blind. And then I was submerged in ecstasy, crying out as I climaxed. I gushed like a fountain, covering his cock in hot fluid.

James froze, his head went back and his shoulders bunched. He drove inside me, pushing me all the way up the bed. The sound that came out of his throat was like nothing I’d ever heard before. Primal. Basic. Agonised.#p#分页标题#e#