“Keep it up, and maybe I’ll decide you don’t deserve any orgasms tonight.”
“Yeah, right. Or maybe you won’t be able to get me off to?—”
He changes his angle and hits something so deep that I see white. My knees buckle completely, legs giving out as the orgasm tears through me with no warning. I start sliding down the glass, but his arm wraps around my waist and hauls me back up, pinning me in place with his body while I shake and clench around him.
“You were saying,” he mutters against my ear, and then his voice hardens. “Ass up, babe. Show me how you’re dripping for me.”
He pulls out and spins me around, lifting me onto the narrow window ledge. The cold glass shocks my skin, but then he’s back inside me, and I’m too far gone to care.
“What are you doing to me?” I gasp.
“Hating you so fucking much.” He thrusts deeper.
“Hate me harder.” I lose the words when he hits that spot again. “Mm-hmm. Right there. The warmth …”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as he slams his cock into me.
“Patterson.” His name comes out like a curse. “I?—”
The orgasm doesn’t build; it detonates.
My vision goes black at the edges, and my entire body seizes around him, every muscle locking up as pleasure rips through me in waves I can’t control. I can’t breathe, and I can’t think, and I can’t do anything except cling to his shoulders while my world narrows down to this single moment.
This feeling is what I’ve been chasing my entire life. Everything about him completely unravels me, and I forget where I end and he begins. I’ve had orgasms before, but nothing like this, nothing that makes me feel like I’m dying and being reborn at the same time.
He follows with a groan, and his hips jerk against mine as he empties himself inside of me. I’m filled with warmth, with him. We kiss and stay connected with our foreheads pressed together.
“What have we done?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he says.
For a second, something passes between us that feels dangerous, something that has nothing to do with hate.
“We can never be anything other than this,” Patterson says to me, and I feel like it’s for his own good. Not mine.
“I know,” I whisper.
“But—”
A knock on the door interrupts the next words he was going to say.
We both freeze, and his eyes widen.
“Kendall?”
When I hear my father’s voice, that’s when all hell breaks loose.
17
PATTERSON
The knock freezes us both mid-breath.
Kendall’s still on the window ledge with her legs wrapped around my waist and my cock still throbbing inside her, and for three horrifying seconds, neither of us moves. Then survival instinct kicks in, and I pull out, seeing me drip down her leg. I scan the room for my clothes while she scrambles to clean herself.
“Shit,” she whispers, shoving me toward the connecting door. “Go.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I slip through the door into my room, easing it closed until it clicks. My heart slams against my ribs so hard that I can hear it in my ears. I press my back against the wall and try to control my breathing while I listen.
