Hate You Still by Lyssa Lemire

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

EMMA

My hands grip the steering wheel as I drive me and Knox back home.

I gasp as his hand falls on my thigh and gives it a gentle but firm squeeze. I push down on the accelerator just a bit more, bringing me right on the edge of the speed limit.

“Are you trying to get us killed?” I ask, doing my best to concentrate on the road and not let my senses be overwhelmed by how the tips of his powerful fingers are sinking into the soft flesh of my thigh.

“If this is how I go out, I’m happy with it.” His deep timbre, with its provocative edge, sends shivers all over my body. My nipples stiffen hard enough to scratch glass.

We both know what we’re doing when we get back home. We haven’t put it into words, but we both know what the swelling storm of passion that’s brewing between us is going to erupt into the moment we get behind closed doors.

We haven’t thought through whose house we’re going to go to when we get back. We haven’t thought through what we’re going to say if one of our roommates is home when we start clawing at each other and tugging at our clothes.

Shit, we haven’t thought any of this through. There are a lot more pressing, and vexing, concerns about what we’re about to do other than those things.

But neither of us are able to think right now. Our minds are focused on a single goal: releasing the passion that has built up in both of us over the course of this semester, a passion so white-hot, surging through our bodies with such pressure, that there’s no way in hell we can hold it back for one day longer.

Will what we’re about to do complicate – even set back or ruin – the improvement in our relationship lately? Will nothing change? Will we start to … date?

Dating Knox Delton? The very idea seems so unreal, downright surreal, that it hardly even stirs any emotions in me when I think about the possibility – because it seems so far from a real possibility.

Is that even what I want? Should it be what I want …?

But there’s no time to think that through right now. In this very moment, I know exactly what I want. So does Knox.

We finally arrive and I park the car. I nod my head toward my house and Knox nods his approval. Wordlessly, since our jaws are clenched to try and resist the urge to fall to the ground and rip each other’s clothes off before we’re even behind closed doors, we walk to my house and up to my apartment.

Closing the door behind us, I call out, “Katie?”

After two seconds with no response, indicating we’re alone, Knox pushes me against the wall and his lips descend on mine. He drinks up my mouth greedily, his tongue lashing against mine, our lips crashing and surging together.

I untuck his polo shirt and feel up underneath. My nipples stiffen harder than before – something I didn’t think possible – as the delicate palms of my hands graze over the sharp, defined abdominal muscles that line his torso like a mountain range.

I’ve never felt a desire like this. I’ve never felt this desperate, driving need for a man. But I feel it now, and it’s getting hotter and more unbearable every moment.

“I need you, now,” I moan in Knox’s ear as our lips part and he starts to suck on my neck.

A low, animalistic growl rumbles from his throat after my words. He hoists me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his torso. Having him between my legs, I feel something like a lightning bolt travel up my spine. I squeeze my thighs against him and start bucking my hips forward, grinding against his body.

Knox responds by making one powerful thrust forward with his hips, trapping me between his body and the wall at my back. He looks at me with fire in his eyes. “Which is your room?”

“This one,” I say breathlessly, inclining my head to the door next to us.

He opens the door and walks me into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He drops me down on my bed and I spread my legs wide, missing his presence between them. I notice that the fabric of my skirt has bunched up near the top of my hips – so, with my legs spread like this, Knox has a clear view of my panties.

His chest heaves up and down heavily, his nostrils flare, his eyes are wide and unblinking. Slowly and deliberately, he glides his tongue across his lips, his gaze still locked between my legs.

I blush, my face feeling so intensely hot that I notice a bead of sweat traveling down my temple.

“I want you so bad,” Knox says.

“Then take me,” I say, surprising myself with the boldness of my reply.

We both undress ourselves in record time. My breath hitches as my eyes feast on the otherworldly body before me. All his muscles taut and toned, perfectly sculpted, his skin flawless and radiant, his shape elegant yet savagely powerful.

And his cock. Holy fuck, his cock.

It’s massive, hard, and throbbing. I swallow a nervous gulp, wondering how I’m going to fit its intimidating, but irresistible, length inside me.

I reach my hands to my hips to pull off my panties, to join him in perfect nudity, but he crawls onto the bed and places his hands on mine, stopping me. “No,” he says. “I want to take those off myself.”

Heaven help me, that was so fucking sexy I think I’m going to have a stroke.

I nod wordlessly. He slowly grips the fabric of my panties between his fingertips and slides them down my legs. His eyes are fastened on my pussy as he drops my panties to the floor.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so beautiful.”

He crawls between my legs, his massive frame hovering over me. His lips descend on mine again. I lift my legs and wrap them around his trim hips. Despite how huge he is, we fit perfectly together. The feeling of his hard muscles against the soft, tender flesh of my inner thighs sends trills through my body.

I feel the pressure of his cock against my aching pussy. I look down and see the mushroom-shaped tip near my slick, warm opening.

Another pang of anxiety strikes me as I see the massive size and volume of both that swollen tip and the long, thick shaft that extrudes from him. But the anxiety of wondering how I can possibly accommodate the size that far exceeds any I’ve ever seen is dwarfed by the desire to experience it happening.

His hand is cupping my breast, his fingers playing with my nipple, driving me wild. Knox kisses my lips, then draws the tip of his nose from my chin, tracing my jawbone, until his mouth is next to my ear. “Are you ready?” he asks in a sultry voice, only summoning more wetness and more heat between my legs.

He reaches to his discarded khakis by the bed and removes a condom from his wallet. My attention is fixed as he slowly rolls the condom down the still unbelievable length of his hard cock.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as he pushes his hips forward and guides the length of his shaft slowly inside me. The walls of my pussy wrap around it, growing used to his huge presence inside me.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he starts slowly, gently pumping back and forth, stretching me. There’s a trace of discomfort as I grow used to his shape, but far more pleasure.

I sink my fingernails into the skin of his wide, powerful back. This draws a savage grunt from him and urges him to increase both the pace and the intensity of his thrusts.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls in my ear, his breath becoming short and jagged.

I bury my face into his shoulder as a wave of pleasure expands from my center, grabbing hold of every inch of my body. With one more, powerful thrust from Knox, I feel like I suddenly lose my footing from the edge of a sheer cliff and fall into an abyss of pleasure as a powerful orgasm washes over me.

He joins me, shouting as he comes. I can feel him unload into the condom.

Only slowly does my vision become unblurred as his body collapses on top of mine, exhausted and drenched with sweat. I wrap my arms around him, soothed by the rhythmic breathing that escapes his mouth next to my ear.

“That was incredible,” I say.

“More than incredible,” he says. “That was the fucking best.”