To Have and Hate (Love in London, #1)

by Donna Alam

‘Beckett.’ My name is her prayer, my hand between her legs our communion. ‘You should be wearing a skirt,’ I growl into her neck. ‘Like the one with the blue belt.’ ‘You remember that, do you?’ ‘I remember everything. I wanted to gather it in my fingers. Slide my hands up your soft thighs and into your underwear. Touch you. Taste you. Wear your scent like a cologne.’ And now that I have, I’m not sure I’ll ever be sated. ‘Beckett,’ she moans again, pushing herself into my hand. ‘Take me to bed.’ ‘No, not this time.’ I want her here, up against the door, my fingers on her throat, tangled in her hair. Sliding into her arse. ‘You are so . . .’ ‘Fucking desperate to be inside you.’ As though the point needs proving, I take her hand in mine and press the flat of her palm against my cock. ‘This is what you’ve done to me.’ What just thinking of you does to me. ‘And it’s all for you.’ Her shoulders tense, and she snaps the card out of my hand. With one determined swipe, the light changes, and we’re inside.

‘You are my church and my chapel, my darling. And I’ll worship you for the rest of my life.’