Bender (The Core Four #1)(35)
“I hate you,” I said with as much venom as I could muster.
He gave me a full blown brilliant smile that nearly made me weak. “No you don’t.”
“Oh yes I do, I hate you more than—”
He cut me off. His hands moved incredibly fast and dove into my hair behind my neck. He pulled me forward so hard that I had no choice but to crash into him. His mouth came down onto mine with such intensity that I moaned with unrequited desire. His tongue pushed against my closed lips, demanding entrance. I didn’t even try to deny him. There was nothing about this kiss that was soft and sweet. This was balls-to-the-wall intense. He was taking what he wanted from me, and I didn’t care that he hadn’t asked. Which was strange since I was furious at him for doing that very thing to my room. When I opened my mouth, he dove in. His tongue was soft and yet forceful. He was leading this kiss with every thrust, every push. One of his hands buried in my hair moved forward a few inches to rest on my cheek. He tilted my head slightly with his thumb and got a deeper angle. The way his mouth moved over mine was possessive. He was branding me. I openly welcomed any mark he was willing to leave. My hands were grasping the front of his shirt, and I didn’t realize he had been walking me backwards until my back hit the wall. With the length of his body pressed into mine, I could feel what I was doing to him. In this moment, I felt powerful. I was turning Camden on, and he wanted me. There was a heady concoction of lust and desire swirling through me. I had no self-control with his lips on mine, and yet I felt like I could weld him to do whatever I wanted.
When his hands came down my back and rested on my butt, I lifted my leg slightly. He took hold of it and lifted me effortlessly. As I wrapped myself around him, I heard him growl his approval into my mouth. His erection was now resting right where I wanted him to be. Pushing against the strained hardness of his pants, I felt the pool of desire at my center. All that was separating us was a few articles of clothing. I wanted them gone, I needed them gone. Lifting at his shirt, I tugged it up and over his head, briefly breaking the torturous kiss he was consuming me with. We stilled for a beat, looking at each other, gauging what the other would do next. When I allowed my eyes to drift down his chest, I admired every sculpted curve. Tentatively I placed a finger in the center of his chest and traced the bulging of his pecs, moving down to his abs. He was watching me with a guarded fascination but didn’t stop my perusal. I wanted to memorize every inch of this bare skin under my fingertips. The way that my touch was causing his muscles to twitch as I ghosted it over his skin, the way that he held his breath as though he were afraid of me, or that I’d end this. And I did need to end this. I had no idea what I was even doing letting him hold me against this wall, even though he was fulfilling my darkest desires. All I knew was that I was going to take this moment and file it away later when everything went back to normal between us. When Camden remembered that he couldn’t stand the sight of me. I’d think back to this, and know that I held the power for a few brief moments, that I was capable of bringing this man to the edge and made him desire me. One of his hands that was between my back and the wall came forward and stilled my hand on his chest, just over his heart.
“Enough,” he said so coarsely that I thought he was going to put me down, that he had come to his senses. Instead he came forward again and used his tongue to trace the seam of my lips. I parted them slightly, so that he might push further. A sound of approval rumbled through his throat as he ground his pelvis into me. I couldn’t help the shocked gasp that came from my mouth. I felt his mouth tip up into a grin. “Feel good, Blue? I can make you feel so much better.” Oh I knew he could. That was never the question. But my brain was warring between stopping this and telling him to get the fuck out and mind his own business, or letting him take me to whatever ecstasy he had in mind. Both choices weren’t good. Both would lead us back to the same boat we were in before he decided to kiss me. He was going to regret this, deep down I knew he would.
He carried me over to the bed that I both loved and hated and set me down on my feet. His rough hands snaked their way under my shirt, lifting it until it was right under my breasts. My skin pebbled under his touch. My legs shook from the weakness he made me feel, and I squeezed his shoulder to hold myself up.
“Lie down,” he demanded.
“Wha—?” I didn’t even get to finish.
“Lie down, or I will put you across this bed myself.”
I gulped, my heart was in my throat. Did I really want to do this? Hesitantly, I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed myself back with my arms. When I’d scooted far enough that I could lie down without my feet dangling off the edge, I looked at him. What I saw in his russet depths held no reservations. He wanted this. There was an edge that screamed he was going to take me, and I didn’t have a choice in the matter. Did that even bother me? There was no time to think about it because one of his eyebrows lifted, daring me to defy him. Sinking back onto the bed, I was lying completely flat. My body was humming with an energy I’d never felt before. It was like being on a rollercoaster ride. I was on the tracks, making my way to the top. The moment that you were ever so slightly teetering, before the free fall and your stomach was in your throat…that was how I was feeling. It was invigorating and terrifying all at the same time. I stared at the ceiling, knowing he was standing next to the bed, watching me, calculating his next move. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The anticipation was making me crazy. Squeezing my eyes shut, I waited, counting my breaths while he decided his next move. I heard the quiet rustling of clothing and something falling to the floor. Oh my gosh, was he getting naked? All of a sudden I wasn’t ready for this. We weren’t even friends, and yet I was splayed out across my bed, waiting for him. I had to stop this before anything happened.