Hate F*@k: part three Read Online Free PDF Page B

wraps me in a tight hug.
    “What’s that for?”
    He kisses my forehead. “Can’t a guy just hug his girl?”
    “He can, and she’ll like it, but that was extra squeezy.” I slide my fingers under his shirt and stroke the bare, tight skin of his abdomen, tracing the ridges of his six pack as he flexes for me.
    How am I this lucky? He literally saves my life and lets me grope him to my heart’s content. I’m done feeling sorry for myself.
    “What are you doing?” The question comes out part groan as I go to work on his shirt buttons.
    “Getting you out of your work clothes.”
    Dark amber eyes glow down at me from a rugged face, five-o’clock shadow highlighting all the harsh lines that I’ve come to love. “If I’m going to be stripped down, I’m going to want some naked company.”
    I grab his hands and slid them over my hips. “Make it so.”
    We get each other naked in record time as Cole backs me into my bedroom, and by the time we hit my bed, I’m aching for him to just be inside me, even though I had other plans.
    “It’s been too long,” he says as we fall together as one, his heavy thighs shoving my legs apart. I rock my hips up to meet his throbbing cock, wet and ready for the heavy thrust I know is coming.
    I don’t know anything.
    “Do you know how hard it is to not taste you?” he growls, nipping at my jaw. Desire ripples across my skin, ever-widening circles of awareness as he moves down my neck, rasping his wide tongue across my skin, stretched taut for him as I arch my back. “And now…all I want to do is fuck you so hard I go blind.”
    “Yes,” I gasp. “I want that. Do that.”
    “I can’t.” Another growl as he reaches my breasts, cupping my overflowing flesh together as he feasts on my nipples. “I need to worship you first.”
    “A hard fuck is an acceptable form of worship in the Religion of Hailey.” I squirm as he pinches one nipple while tugging the other deep into his mouth. He knows what that does to me. “I’m so wet, Cole. You’d slide in so smooth.”
    He swings his body up, effortlessly kneeling between my spread legs now, and he lazily strokes my swollen, exposed pussy. “You aren’t lying.”
    “Never,” I whisper as he shoves first one, then two, then three fingers into me, stretching me wide. His cock thumps hard and heavy against my thigh, and I reach for him, but he snags my wrists and tugs them over my head, looming over me once again.
    “You know why I can’t fuck you yet?”
    I shake my head, mouth wide, nipples straining for the rough rub of his chest against mine.
    “Because I haven’t kissed you yet. And you deserve to be kissed from head to toe every single time we make love.”
    I giggle, because that sounds dangerously close to saccharine, but he just glowers at me. “No laughing?”
    “Feel free to laugh—if you can.”
    He fists himself, coating himself in my wetness, then he rocks the wide head of his cock against my clit as he drops on top of me—our sexes aligned, but not for fucking.
    Apparently, he was serious about that kissing thing.
    And once he starts, I can’t object.
    Hard and determined, his mouth covers mine, sucking and licking and teasing. At the same time, his hips press between my legs, moving just enough to keep my blood near the boiling point.
    Not nearly enough to make me come, even as he devours me in a kiss that says so much—how hard it’s been to keep his hands off me, how much he needs me. I recognize that possession. It pulses through my veins, too.
    But he’s not marking me. He’s giving it to me hard—the only way he really knows how—but he’s being careful. No whisker burn, no swollen lips. As he moves south, I’m sure he’ll avoid hickies and bite marks, too.
    He’s just making me feel good. Taking care of me, again . Which is nice , but it’s not what I want.
    “Cole!” I plead as he threads his fingers into my hair, tilting my head to the side. “You don’t need to be gentle with