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“Admit it, Sam. It’s just the two of us. Let’s get it out in the open right now. You hate me. Say it,” he said, his eyes moving down to the v-neck of my dress then back up again.
I swallowed hard, drowning in the feeling of him so close. His thighs rubbed against me and his eyes drifted down again, taking his time, enjoying the view.
“Sam. Say it.”
“I hate you,” I whispered, feeling my body pulse.
“Now that we got that out of the way—”
His lips fell on mine.
I gasped, everything in me coming alive. The kiss was gentle, not at all what I expected. He sampled me, taking his time. Letting me get used to the feel of him kissing me. His tenderness left me dizzy and confused. It went against everything he was and everything he represented.
But that was only the beginning.
He took a step closer and I wanted to cringe. His body brushed against mine, sending a spark of electricity through my system. I was still reeling when one of his hands moved to the back of my head, holding me steady. The other hand went to my hip, keeping me still. I was at his mercy and that’s when things changed.
His lips took control, demanding more. There was only harsh need and he was going to steal it from me like the criminal he was.
A moan escaped past my lips when he forced them apart. His mouth showed me what he wanted. His hand held my head captive while he did it.
I didn’t fight because I couldn’t. I wasn’t in my right mind. For the first time in my life, I had lost the upper hand. This man – the bane of my existence - was doing things to me I should not enjoy.
My body hummed and blood rushed through my veins, heating to dangerous levels. I didn’t want him near me but I couldn’t push him away. My hands hung limply at my sides, useless. But my fingers itched to touch Walker, to see if the man I loathed was really inches from me.
I reached out, hesitant at first. My fingers touched his shirt then traveled around to his side. When I grabbed a handful of his t-shirt, his lips grew more frantic, demanding and taking more.
I didn’t resist when he took a step closer, putting his body firmly against mine. Both of his hands moved to cradle my face, keeping me locked in place for his mouth. His tongue plunged inside, invading me. Showing me what I had been missing and what we had both turned our backs on long ago.
I gasped as he became uncontrollable. His tongue dived inside, seeking my tongue and forcing me to take all of him in. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked. He fell against me, his kiss deepening. Taking control, his tongue lunged into my mouth again, running along the top and teasing my tongue as the hardness underneath his zipper pressed into me.
His hand delved into my hair as he nudged my feet apart. I relented, needing him closer. With one step he was between my legs, nestled against me.
Suddenly someone whistled nearby. It was like being drenched by a bucket of cold water.
My body went stiff. My mind woke up. I was suddenly aware of the people around us, laughing and talking. Having a good time. And here we were – going at it like a couple of bunny rabbits. Shit.
Walker pulled away first, breaking the kiss. I was still spiraling back down to earth. Returning to cruel reality.
He stared down at me, his gaze tense. My throat went dry. My tongue slipped out to wet my bottom lip, touching on my lip ring.
Walker watched it all with hunger, his eyes flaring. Without warning, his hand snapped out, grabbing my arm. “It would be very smart for you to walk away right now, Sam.”
“You first, asshole,” I whispered hoarsely, challenging him.
A sinister grin spread across his face. “Na, don’t think I will. But I’ll have another taste while I’m here.”
His mouth swooped down, hard and rough this time. There was no patience, no softness, no gentleness that made me weak; there was just him taking and me giving.
I moaned, giving in when his tongue pushed past my lips, sliding against my lip ring.
His hands did what they wanted and I wanted them everywhere. They grabbed my hips and yanked me toward him. I fell against him, the breath knocked out of me. But it didn’t matter. I felt him against me, needing me, desiring me. Wanting inside me.
I twisted one of my fingers around his jean’s belt loop and pulled. He grunted and fell harder against me, rubbing between my legs.
The friction between us exploded.
His hands became frantic, running up my ribs with power. In seconds they were tangled in my hair and jerking my head back.
Pulling his lips from mine, he looked down at me, his fist in my hair. Lust in his eyes. Pushing against me, his hardness pressed right where I needed him.
I sucked in a whoosh of air between my lips, my eyes opening to peer up at him.
He leaned over, his lips a mere inch from mine.
“Keep dreaming, Sam,” he whispered. “It’s never going to happen.” His lips touched mine, soft this time. “Never.”
His hand dropped from my hair and he took a step back. A malicious smirk spread across his face and his eyes took on an arrogant look, making his devilishly handsome face all that much more dangerous.
“I really hate you,” I said in a hushed whisper. I didn’t think he could hear but he did.
“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.”