Hate You: Chapter 18

I wake up hot. No, burning up. I throw the covers off, but it’s not until I crack my eye open and find the naked body beside me that memories from last night come back to me. I glance around her bedroom. It’s pretty much as I expected it to be. It’s not a penthouse like I assumed but a nice flat in an edgy converted warehouse. Knowing Tabitha as I do now, it kind of suits her. It’s got the whole posh girl with an edge vibe that she seems to like.

She moans in her sleep and my cock jumps to attention. Looking over and seeing the bare smooth skin of her back beside me and the swell of her arse, my fingers twitch for more.

She blew me away last night. Remembering the things that fell from her mouth, her demands for more, her descriptive way of telling me exactly what she needed… Fuck, my cock weeps to slide deep inside her tight little pussy again.

Unable to stop myself, my hand slips under the sheet and palms her arse. Even in her sleep she reacts to me, pushing herself into my hand.

She whimpers when I place my lips to her bare shoulder and pepper kisses across her soft skin.

I should leave. I should walk out right now and forget last night ever happened. I try reminding myself that I hate this woman. A woman who stands for everything I’ve spent my life getting away from. The pretence, the fakeness, the thinking that because there’s money sitting in a bank, they’re better than others. I fucking hate it, and she’s part of that world. I don’t know who her parents are, but I sure as shit know the type of people they are.

But there’s more to her than just the posh girl you first saw, a little voice in my head says. I push it down and focus on the task at hand.

Dropping my hand lower when Tabitha once again pushes her arse into me, I find her slit. She’s already wet for me, even in her sleep.

My heart pounds as I try not to focus on that not meaning anything more than her being as desperate for sex as I was last night. I mean, she’d spent the night watching strippers dancing around Pulse, of course she was up for it.

“Zach.” The plea for more fires me up. I circle her entrance and dip a finger inside. She hums in pleasure and I add another digit. “Oh god,” she whimpers. “I thought I was dreaming.”

“Were you dreaming about me fucking you, Tabby Cat?”

“Uh huh.” She gasps as I hit her magic spot. I wish I could see her face right now, her flushed cheeks both from what I’m doing and from her admission.

“What was I doing to you?”

“Eating me,” she moans. My mouth waters, wishing that I was doing exactly that right now, knowing that she tastes like pure fucking heaven.

“You want me to?”

She shakes her head and I refuse to acknowledge the disappointment that sits heavy in my stomach at the rejection. “No. I want your cock. I want it as deep in me as it’ll go. Make me scream, Zach. Make me feel it for days.”

Fuck. My. Life. How’s a guy meant to say no to that?

“You’re a dirty little bitch, aren’t you, Kitten.”

“Zach, please.”

Wrapping my fingers around her hip, I pull her body to a better angle and fist my cock, stealing myself for the sensation that’s about to zap every one of my senses when we connect.

Sucking in a breath, I find her entrance and slide in, pulling her back until I’m as deep as possible in this position.

My fingers dig into her skin as I pick up pace. It’s hard enough to leave bruises, but I can’t find it in me to care as I thrust into her slick pussy. It’s like warm velvet. So fucking good.

“More, Zach. Need more.”

“Hold on, you’re getting on top.”

I manage to roll on to my back and pull her over with me. She lifts off me and I miss the connection immediately, but within seconds she’s sinking back down on my cock. Her eyes find mine and they hold the same desire racing through my veins right now.

Surely this time will get her out of my system. I’d hoped one taste would do it, but I only became more addicted. One fuck didn’t do it either. But this one… this is it. After this, I’ll be able to walk out of this flat and put her behind me. My thoughts shatter as she lifts herself up and then slams back down on me. Her head falls back, making her body arch and thrusting her tits towards me. Unable to resist, I push myself up on my hands and suck one and then the other into my mouth.

She cries out my name as I bite down, skirting the perfect line of pain to increase her pleasure.

“Zach, Zach, fuck,” she chants, getting louder and louder. I know she said her mate passed out but that was hours ago—she could be one of those drinkers who wakes up perfectly fine, bright and early the next morning.

Sitting myself up, I take her arse in my hands and help her grind down on me. I’m insanely deep in her like this, our bodies connected in every way possible as she wraps her legs around my waist and threads her fingers into my hair.

“Fuck,” I mutter, slamming my lips down on her to swallow her cries.

As my balls start to draw up, her pussy begins to clamp down around me. She whimpers and cries into my mouth as our dirty kiss gets even sloppier and we both race towards our releases.

Her fingers tighten to the point of pain in my hair seconds before she crashes. She squeezes me so fucking tight that I’ve no choice but to follow her over the edge. I drop my head into the crook of her neck and bite down on her skin as my orgasm knocks me for six.

Fuck, this woman. I can’t get enough.

That thought is like a bucket of cold water over my heated skin.

This is bad. Really fucking bad.

Of all the women I’ve fucked, why’s it got to be this one who gets under my skin?

“Zach, are you okay?” she asks, obviously sensing the shift in me.

I never spend the night with a woman. I fuck her, get what I came for, and fuck off the second I’ve dropped the condom into the bin. Jesus fucking Christ, we didn’t even use protection. No wonder the feeling of her wrapped around me was so fucking earth-shattering.

“Uh yeah… I just… uh… need to get back.”

I lift her from me and set her down on the mattress. I swing my legs over the edge and sit up, keeping my back to her. Her stare burns into my skin, calling me back, but I can’t. I need to get out of here and away from what she does to me.

Pushing myself from the bed, I pull my boxers and trousers on before picking up my shoes and leaving the room in search of my t-shirt.

“Zach, don’t leave like this,” she pleads, but I ignore her until I’m standing in her doorway, about to make my escape.

“This was a mistake. I suggest you start looking for a new job.” Her gasp of shock practically takes all the air from the room. Forcing my feet to move, I quietly close her door behind me, hoping like fuck that her friend’s not awake and about to collar me on the way out.

What I need right now is to escape to my own flat to try to get my fucked-up head together. I don’t need twenty questions about why I’m here and where I see my future with her friend.

I laugh at myself. I don’t have a future with a woman, especially not her. My life is my business. That’s where my focus should be, not worrying about when I’m next going to get the chance to be inside her again.

The bitter cold of the early morning bites my skin as I step from her building for the walk of shame. It’s never felt shameful before, and I never really understood the saying seeing as I was always proud as fuck about my conquests and feeling relaxed and sated. Right now, I feel anything but that. If I’m being honest, I’m tenser than when I made the fucking stupid decision to come here last night. Part of me thought she’d slam the door in my face, if she even opened it in the first place, but a huge part of me knew something would happen. The previous times I’d touched her, she was like putty in my hands. I had no reason to believe that after a night of drinking in Pulse she would be any different.

The second I get into my flat, I strip out of my clothes and get myself in the shower. If I can’t get her out of my head then at least I can get her sweet scent from my body.

All I can hope is that she took my warning seriously and doesn’t return. That way I’ll be able to get on with my life like she never happened.