Hate the Player: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy(75)

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

In that split second, before he presses his mouth against me, every nerve in my body and brain is electrified. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, but he takes his sweet time. Just raking his eyes over me and gently running his fingers up and down my inner thighs. And, fuck, his fingertips must be electric because wherever they brush against me, my skin tingles in a frenzy of static.

When his lips finally meet the one place where I downright ache for him, my spine arches and a panting moan escapes my lips. He is relentless in the way he works me over, his tongue swirling around all the right spots, his mouth sucking and eating at me with the kind of intensity that has my hands gripping the sheets of the bed.

“Fuck,” he moans against me. “I knew you’d taste good, but I didn’t know you’d taste this fucking good.”

As his hands move over my thighs and my belly and up to my breasts and his mouth and tongue feast on me, it’s like my body has temporary paralysis, the fast, intense pleasure of it all too much for my mind to process.

But it doesn’t take long before the preemptive waves of my climax hit me like a freight train, those first swells drifting up my spine and waking every nerve ending inside my body.

It is pleasure and ecstasy and heaven on earth all rolled up into one delicious orgasm.

The damn thing forces my eyes to roll toward the back of my head, and uncontrollable moans and pants and insane noises escape my lungs.

Holy shit. That was… That was… incredible.

Andrew crawls up my body, his mouth pressing soft kisses against my thighs and my belly and my breasts, and he doesn’t stop until he is hovering over me, his lips mere inches from my mouth.

When I feel the tip of his cock jerk against me, I whimper.

Good God, I want to know what he feels like inside me.

Without hesitation, I pull his mouth to mine and kiss the hell out of him, tasting myself on his tongue and swallowing his moans into my throat.

“I want you inside me,” I whisper, and he stops our kiss to press his forehead against mine.

“Birdie, you have no fucking idea how much I want that too, but…” He pauses, and I search his eyes in confusion.

“But what?”

A strangled sigh leaves his throat. “I don’t have a condom.”

The irony of it spurs a giggle to jump out of my throat.

“Mind letting me know why that’s so funny to you?” he asks, a confused smile cresting up the corners of his lips.

“Because you, of all people, do not have a condom right now.”

“Well, sweetheart, I didn’t come up here to fuck you. I came up here to run lines with you.”

“And eat my pussy too, apparently,” I tease, and he laughs.

“That’s cute, sweetheart,” he says and makes a show of taking his still-hard cock and sliding it through my wetness. I moan.

“I guess it’s a good thing I have condoms here.”

He tilts his head to the side. “You do?”

“Uh-huh.” Frankly, if it weren’t for Samantha being a total smartass about my lack of sex, I wouldn’t have them. But the fact that she decided to be a sarcastic biotch and add a gift basket of lube and condoms and a freaking vibrator when she packed my suitcases has certainly come in handy right now.

I slide out from under him and stride into the big bathroom that sits off the bedroom.

When I come back out with a condom packet in my hand, Andrew grins at me from his new spot on the bed—still gloriously naked with his back resting against the headboard and his arms behind his head.

I have no idea why I feel so at ease with him in this moment, but I do. I feel like I could tell him all my wildest fantasies, and he wouldn’t falter. Instead, he’d work to make them all come true.

I don’t waste any time crawling my body on top of his until I’m straddling his thighs with my legs, his thick arousal already pressed against the spot where an aching throb has started to take root.

I rip the condom packet open with my teeth, and he smirks.

“Fuck.” He bites his lip and watches me with hooded eyes. “That’s sexy.”

“I know, right?” I retort and make a show of leaning back and slowly sliding the condom down his length.

When he starts to reach out to touch my hips, I shake my head and slap his hands away. “Ah-ah-ah, no touching, sir.”

He smirks. “No touching?”

“Nope. No touching for you. Only me.”

That smirk turns devilish. “Is that right?”

“Oh yes, that’s right,” I say and wrap my hand around his sheathed cock. Moving up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, I stare at him as, ever so slightly, his mouth falls open.

“Does that feel good?”

He nods, and immediately, I stop.

Andrew frowns and I giggle. “You remember all those times you teased me mercilessly?” I ask. “All those times you said shit to me just to get a rise out of me? Well, consider this a delicious form of payback.”

He lets out a frustrated yet turned-on, raspy groan. “I thought my broken nose was payback enough.”

“Not quite.” I shake my head on a little smirk. “Now, close your eyes.”

He stares at me.

“Andrew, close your eyes,” I repeat, and this time, he actually listens.