Page 41 of His Rejected Fated Mate

I nodded in agreement. “I agree.”

He chuckled and stepped closer. He came into my space, and I could smell him even stronger than before. I swallowed, taking in his light brown eyes. I took in his speckles of yellow that always made me think of coffee.

I looked down at his lips, remembering how soft they were. I suddenly ached for them.

“I really meant it when I said you looked nice tonight. You looked beautiful.”

I bit my lip and felt his hand reach up. He grabbed my chin and stepped closer to me. His lips pressed against mine softly, and I desperately reminded myself to remember the plan.

Just a simple one-night stand. Don’t get emotional. Don’t get attached. Just let him kiss you, and you guys can move this inside.

But his hand moved, cupping the back of my neck like he had done a hundred times, and his other tugged me closer. My body was pressed against his, and my hands moved on their own, grabbing at his shirt.

God, I remembered just how good a kisser her was. We spent all of our breaks with our lips locked.

His lips were like velvet against mine, and his tongue slid into my mouth. I moaned, unable to hold it back. The kiss only deepened, and I tightened my grip on his shirt. We stumbled back, and my back hit the door. He grabbed my leg, pulling it up. His fingers were tight on my ass as I felt his dick press against me.

Troy bit onto my bottom lip, and a shiver ran down my spine. He broke the kiss, and I could hear the keys jingling in the door. But his eyes remained on me.

I didn’t feel embarrassed like I expected. If anything, I found myself wanting more of him. The door was pushed open, and Troy yanked me inside. He didn’t even turn the light on. I just felt my back hit the door as he shut it, and his lips were on mine again.

I felt his hands grab at my hips, hoisting me up and pressing me against the door. He stepped between my legs, and I wrapped them tightly around his waist. His dick was hard against my middle.

I moaned as his lips trailed down my neck, his teeth scraping just lightly. He sucked as he moved, and I knew he was leaving hickies. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I was putty in his hands.

“You smell fucking amazing,” he growled softly into my ear. “You have no idea how much it’s driving me crazy.”

I felt a blush cover my face as he tugged at my straps. His lips kissed over my collarbone, and down my shoulder as he moved them down. “And your skin is so soft.”

I felt my breath hitch as the dress slid down, landing around my waist. His lips pressed against mine hungrily, and I sank into the kiss. I grabbed at his shirt, unbuttoning it asquickly as I could. I was pretty sure I ripped one of the buttons, but I didn’t stop.

“You taste like the ice cream,” he growled as his hands moved from my waist up. His fingers were cold, and I shivered.

I broke the kiss and hissed. “Jesus, your hands are still cold. They are like ice blocks, Troy.”

I could feel his lips curl up. “Sorry. Maybe you can warm them.”

I felt his hands slide under my breast, and the cold contact took my breath away. I gasped, feeling his fingers tugging at my nipples. My toes curled, and I felt myself growing soaking wet.

“Troy,” I hardly could stammer his name out, not entirely sure if I liked what he was doing or not. It felt good, but it was almost painful because his hands were so cold.

He kissed me again, his mouth taking whatever breath I had left. I was panting for air, squirming under his touch. He had all the control.

“Do you have any idea how hard I am, Elize? When you stepped out in that dress, my cock jerked. I wanted to skip dinner and drag you to my bed right there.”

I felt my face was hot, and I felt like my insides were melting.

“I can feel how hard you are, Troy.”

His other hand moved, grabbing at my hair. He tilted my head up. “Do you really think one time is going to be enough for me?”

The question caught me off guard. I couldn’t tell if it was really him asking or just the lust of the moment.

“What are you saying?”

His eyes seemed to look almost hurt for a split second before he loosened his hold on my hair. “We’d better make this count.”

Chapter 13 - Troy