Page 20 of Don’t Hate Me (Secrets of Ravens Hollow #2)

And then time stands still and his lips crash with mine, desperate, hurried, almost in a panic.

I have no idea why, but I kiss him back, feeling every bit as determined to taste him.

As our kiss intensifies, he drops my hands, his fingers threading through my hair as he pulls me closer, the scent of his cologne filling my senses.

The warmth of him is everywhere, overwhelming me. I shouldn’t want this, but I do.

He pulls back from me, his eyes locking with mine, a flash of fear registering on his features. I pant heavily, breathless, lost in everything him. “I shouldn’t have touched you. I promised myself I wouldn’t until you were ready.”

Until I was ready? I stare back at him, trying to get my breathing under control.

“I wanted you to,” I whisper back, not sure why I’m admitting it.

I should let him feel like shit for laying a hand on me, but I can’t deny this pull I have toward him.

It’s insane, but it’s so strong, and I want so desperately for him to kiss me again.

He blinks back at me, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

I move a little closer to him, letting my lips brush over his ever so lightly. “Do it again, I liked it,” I push him, just waiting to see what he will do next.

“Fuck, treasure, you really are trouble.” He scoops me up, placing my ass on the table before his lips lock with mine again. This time he doesn’t hold back at all. He kisses me deeply, passionately, his tongue invading my mouth greedily.

My hands lace into his hair, pulling him closer. I need him closer to me, want to feel him everywhere. His hips rock into me, and I feel how hard he is. Knowing how badly he wants me sends a pool of dampness to my needy pussy.

He pulls back just slightly. “I need to hear you say it before we go any further.”

“Say what?” I ask him, confused and breathless.

“Sloane, you have been driving me crazy from the moment I dragged you through my front door. You know I’m obsessed with you. But this can stop right now, you just have to say the word.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want you to stop, Orlando.”

“Say you want my mouth on you. I need to know you’re all in.”

I place my hand on his chest, and I feel the way his heart beats erratically. I stare deep into his eyes, knowing I shouldn’t do this. It’s wrong on so many levels. But right now, it feels right and is everything I want.

“We can’t go back from this,” he warns.

“I want your mouth on me,” I whisper, the words almost getting caught in my throat.

“Get your dress off then. I need to see you.”

Fuck, my heart races like mad in my chest, but I sit forward enough so that I can unzip my dress. He helps me to pull it over my head. The way he stares back at me just in my panties and bra sends a rush of heat to my face.

He lets out a low growl of appreciation, desire flickering in his dark expression.

I see his obsession with me. He’s done everything he could to hold back until now.

But now I’m not sure what to expect. His lips come back to mine, and his hands find my tits, pulling the lace fabric of my bra down so my tits are pushed up, freeing my nipples.

His callused fingers toy with them as his tongue invades my mouth.

My legs fall out wider, and he moves in between them, his massive cock straining against his pants. I reach for him, but he swats me away. “Not yet.” He places kisses down my neck and clavicle, heading south. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucks, grazing over my sensitive flesh with his teeth.

He does the same with the other, every little flick of his tongue or kiss of his lips bringing me more undone. His hands are as skilled as his mouth, and I’m not surprised. “Yes,” I hiss, wanting so much more of what he’s doing.

He looks up at me, the confidence he normally holds nowhere to be seen. He’s still not sure he should be doing this to me, it’s written right there in his eyes.

“Keep going, your mouth on me is pure heaven.”

He hooks his fingers inside my panties and drags them down my legs. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, taking me back to that night. I try not to go back there. This isn’t the same, he’s not that man.

He stops immediately, gazing down at me. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

I nod, trying to get out of my head. “Distract me, keep kissing me.”

His lips move back to mine, and he kisses me so deeply I get swept away with him. When my hips buck off the table to meet his, he pulls back from me. “I never thought I would do this again,” he admits.

I stare back up at him, wondering what he means.

His hand dusts over my body, cupping my tits before he moves down lower, running a finger through my short pubic hair. “It’s been a long time for me, Sloane.” He hovers just above my clit, not actually touching me. It’s as if he’s testing out the idea.

“How long?”

His eyes meet mine, a vulnerability washing over him. “Nine years.”

Oh shit. I almost can’t believe it. But knowing how much he hates himself for what he did to me, I do. “Touch me, Orlando, I want you to.”

His finger slides through my wetness, and I feel the shiver run over him. His eyes don’t leave mine; they’re almost scared.

“Erase our past. We both need it,” I tell him when he doesn’t go any further.

Then without warning, he plunges his finger deep inside of me.

I cry out a moan, him finally touching me feeling so damn good, it lights up every part of my body.

He moves in and out of me, pumping me with his finger. I widen my legs to give him better access, and that earns me a cheeky-as-fuck smile. As I relax, he’s right there with me.

“More,” I beg him when I can’t stand the delicious torture anymore.

“My treasure is a greedy girl.” He plunges a second finger inside of me.

“Yes.”

Then his head dips and his tongue is on me.

He works me into a frenzy using his tongue to play with my clit as his fingers stretch me.

A wave comes over me, and I know I’m close.

My hips rise off the table to meet his mouth, my hands gripping his hair as I ride his face shamelessly.

Right as I’m about to cum, he pulls back from me, shaking his head from side to side with a wicked smile on his glistening lips.

“When you cum it’s going to be on my cock, greedy girl.”

“Well, you better get your cock out and start fucking me because I’m about to tip over the edge.”

He lets out a low chuckle before he moves back up my body, his lips finding mine once more. He tastes like me, and something in that only turns me on more.

He pulls back with a devilish grin on his handsome face. “You taste so fucking good, I could eat your pussy all day.”

“Don’t you dare, I need to cum.” I reach for him again, but he swats me away.

“You didn’t earn the right to cum again today, treasure.”

This is my punishment, I see it in the seriousness of his eyes. “Fuck you,” I spit back at him, propping up onto my elbows.

His lips twist up at the sides. “When you can show me you’re a good girl and you can play nice, I will give you what you crave.”

My eyes narrow. “More games.”

“You knew the rules.” He taps my pussy, and a fresh wave of arousal goes through me, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. He takes a step back from the table. “Touch yourself again and I will make you wait longer.” He strides back through the room toward his den.

I stare at the back of him, desperate need throbbing through me. “You’re just going to leave me like this?” I call after him, but he’s gone, shutting me out as he slides the door closed.