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It doesn’t hurt that you’ve been in a permanent state of blue balls since you saw her last.
No, it didn’t hurt one bit. Everything else might have changed, but he wanted Hope more than he wanted his next breath.
He slipped his hand into her pants, resuming the motion that had her quivering in his arms. “Might as well take advantage of me, then.”
“Take advantage of you?” Her voice was a little breathy, but she managed to keep it together. Mostly.
“Mmm.” He skimmed off her shirt, dropping it next to them and cupping her breasts. “Fuck. When I fill you with my cock, I want you naked. I want to see these beautiful breasts bouncing with every stroke.”
“Arrogant.”
“Realistic.” He stroked her nipples with his thumbs, watching her face. “You know you’re craving it. I bet you’ve been touching yourself remembering that night. Coming with my name on your lips just like you did then.”
Her fingers dug into his biceps. “I hate you more than a little bit right now.” She arched, pressing herself more firmly into his hands. “But I don’t really care.”
“Say yes.”
“Yes.” It was barely more than a whisper, but it might as well have been a yell with how the word reverberated through him.
Daniel spun her around, keeping a hold on her hip to make sure she didn’t stumble, and shoved down her yoga pants. He reached between her legs from behind with one hand. “Christ, do you ever wear anything other than yoga pants?”
“Not when I’m lounging around the house, you jackass.”
He delivered a stinging slap to her ass—more to get her attention than anything else. “When did you get so mouthy?”
“Right around the time you got so damn bossy.” She braced her hands on the counter. “Now take me before I change my mind.”
Daniel stroked a hand down her spine and palmed her ass. He undid his belt and jeans with his other hand. “How many times?”
“What?”
He pushed his jeans down and notched his cock at her entrance. “How many times have you fantasized about this?”
“Since we last had sex or since I was eighteen?”
The words hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. He sheathed himself to the hilt, using his hold on her hips to pull her back onto his cock. “Both.”
She squirmed, breathing hard, but he wasn’t about to let her move until he was damn well ready. Hope muttered a curse that made him smile despite everything. “A dozen times to the former, impossible to count to the latter.”
He felt like crowing with a victory he sure as fuck didn’t deserve. So he started moving, sliding out of her almost completely before slamming home again. “I’ve thought about you, too, darling. Over and over again, palming my cock and imagining it was your tight little pussy wrapped around it instead. It doesn’t fucking compare. Nothing—no one—compares to you.” He reached around to rub on either side of her clit, his mouth against her ear, his chest pressed against her back. “You want to know why you couldn’t stop thinking about me?”
“No.” She shoved back against him, taking him deeper.
He licked the shell of her ear. “It’s because this pussy is mine, darling. It always has been. It always will be.”
“I…hate…you.”
Daniel hitched her higher, running his free hand up to cup her left breast, pinching her nipple lightly. “Doesn’t change a fucking thing. Now be a good girl and come for me.”
He pressed three fingers hard against her clit and that was all it took. She cried out, her pussy spasming around him and her entire body shaking. He leaned back to grab her hips, pounding into her, chasing his own orgasm. Pressure built in the base of his spine, and though he tried to fight it off as long as he could, it was just too fucking good. He came so hard his knees buckled. “Holy shit.”
And then there was nothing to do but lean against the counter, covering her, and relearn how to breathe.
Hope didn’t give him much opportunity. She ducked out from beneath his arms and yanked her pants back into place. “You…I can’t…God, I hate you.”
He turned his head to watch her snatch up her shirt. “You’re welcome for the orgasm.”
“Don’t start that crap with me. I agreed to sex. I did not agree to you doing the equivalent of peeing on my foot. I am not yours, Daniel. I haven’t been for a long time and I never will be again.”
…
Hope was so furious, she could barely think straight. How dare he? And she’d walked right into it, which was the most unforgivable part of the whole mess. She shoved out the front door, making it a whole three steps before Ollie rushed around the side of the house, barking happily. The dog ran circles around her, making it impossible to take a step without worrying about stepping on her.
