Page 100 of The Way I Hate Him
Her eyes narrow. “If I allowed myself to touch you, you’d beg too.”
“I don’t beg . . . ever,” I say.
“Prove it,” she says.
“Prove it?” I ask. “How?”
She thinks about it for a moment and says, “Sixty seconds. We see who moans first in sixty seconds, point proven.”
“You want to try to turn each other on in sixty seconds to prove a goddamn point?”
“Yeah,” she says, a smile on her lips. “Scared?”
“No, worried about you, though. You won’t be able to handle it.”
“Way to deflect. You’re worried you’ll spend the night with blue balls once the sixty seconds is up.”
“Trust me, that won’t be a problem.”
“Then let’s see if you’re so confident.”
This canonlyend badly, but I get it. She’s trying to feel something. Trying to prove something.
When I’m spiraling, I use the same techniques. I become unhinged and stab away at anything that will make me feel anything other than the agony I’m mentally going through.
And from the look on her face, I don’t think I can back down. She needs this challenge. She’s trying to fight some inner turmoil, and this seems to be one of the ways to do it.
And as we know, despite trying to stay away from her, I will also do anything to remove that frown from her face.
So stupidly, I say, “What are the terms?”
“No touching between the legs. No kissing. And when the sixty seconds is up or the first person to moan or touch themselves after . . . loses.”
“Fine,” I say and then turn over to grab my phone. I pull up the timer and set it for sixty seconds. “You ready?” I ask.
“Yup,” she says with an insane amount of confidence.
Well, fuck . . . here we go.
I press start on the timer and then toss the phone to the side. Hattie scoots closer, and her hand finds the edge of my boxers, and immediately, I know I’m going to get hard in seconds.
This was a bad fucking idea.
Her finger runs along the thick elastic band of my boxer briefs, toying with the idea of what it would feel like if she slipped her hand inside. And I realize at that moment, I could make this easy on me. Icouldlet her do the hard work and strike when the moment’s right. So I lie flat on my back and place one hand behind my head as she moves in closer. My arm moves around her as her warm body becomes plastered against mine. I clutch the strap of her underwear in my fist, possessively holding her close to me.
She glances up at me, slightly surprised, but then focuses back on her task and drags her fingers up my stomach, paying attention to every divot and curve of my abs, swirling around, rubbing and then moving up to my pecs. I watch her pull on her bottom lip with her teeth as her finger runs over one of my nipples.
Yup, I’m hard. One swipe of my nipple and I’m fucking gone.
But she said the first to moan or touch themselves. I haven’t lost, I’m just on an uphill climb now.
I grip her a little tighter, tugging on her underwear so she can feel my possession. She swallows tightly and then rubs her pointed nipples against my chest as she flicks my nipple.
Fuck, it feels amazing.
Everything about this feels amazing.
Her tight body up against mine.
