“I hate you,” I whispered, but still, I ground my ass against him, biting my lip when he held back a groan of his own at the feel of me against his hard-on. “You do?” he teased, sucking my earlobe between his teeth as his hand slid down the length of me, and I whimpered when that hand slipped between my legs, his warm finger gliding along my wet, throbbing center.
