Page 110 of Hate To Be Mine

I was pretty sure I blacked out at some point. My eyes had rolled back in my head and there were definite visions of pearly gates.

When I opened my eyes, she was sitting on her haunches and looking at me like the cat that got the cream—pun intended.

“Damn, woman. I think I just had an out of body experience.”

She smiled. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh, I don’t think you want to thank me. I’m about to turn you inside out.”

Her sharp intake of breath was followed by her licking her lips. My shy Little Bee was definitely a firecracker in the bedroom.

I didn’t know how I did it, but I managed to get to my feet. I kicked off the boxers that were still around my ankles and pulled her up. I said nothing as I walked her to my bed.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered.

She glanced at me with only a hint of hesitation, then did as I asked. My hands slid up the backs of her thighs, pushing my T-shirt up her back until I could take it off. She was still wearing my sweatpants, so I hooked my fingers into the waistband and dragged them down slowly, revealing inch after inch of perfect skin.

“Sebastian,” she breathed. I loved the way my name sounded on her lips. Desperate. Needy.

“I’ve got you, Bee,” I murmured, running my hands over the curve of her ass. She was so fucking beautiful like this, on display for me, trembling with anticipation.

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the small of her back, then another one lower. She gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets. I took my time, kissing and tasting every inch of her until she was practically shaking.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Sebastian, please.”

“Please what?” I asked, my fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs.

“You know what.”

I did. But I wanted to hear her say it. I needed to hear it.

“Tell me what you want, Bernadette.”

“I want you inside me. Now.”

The words shot straight through me, igniting every nerve ending. I grabbed a condom from my nightstand, tore it open, and put it on so fast I could have won Olympic gold.

I positioned myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips as I lined myself up. The tip of my cock pressed against her entrance. She was so wet and ready for me.

I pushed in slowly, inch by excruciating inch, watching as she stretched around me. The feeling was indescribable—tight and hot and perfect. She made a half moan, half whimper that nearly undid me right there.

“Fuck, Bee,” I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks. “You feel so good.”

I started moving, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Slow at first, letting her adjust, letting us both savor the feeling. But slow wasn’t going to cut it for long. Not with the way she was pushing back against me, meeting every thrust.

I picked up the pace, my hips snapping forward harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with her moans and my ragged breathing. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one building between us.

“Yes,” she gasped. “God, yes, just like that.”

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit and massaging. Her whole body tensed, then shuddered as I worked her in rhythm with my thrusts. I could feel her tightening around me, getting closer.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmured. “Let go. I want to feel you.”

She buried her face in the sheets, muffling her moans as I drove into her harder. My free hand slid up her spine, gathering her hair in my hand and tugging. I was close. Again. She made me feel like I was eighteen. Hell, I was already thinking about the next time.

“Sebastian!”

Her body squeezed mine and I was lost. There was no holding back and trying to make it last longer. I was a goner.