The Hating Season (Seasons #2) - K.A.Linde Page 0,41

to face him, he just looked at me expectantly.

“It’s hot. I have to… get some air,” I said, shuffling past him.

It wasn’t a lie. I was hot and sweaty and sticky. The dancing had superheated me. Or had that been Court?

But I didn’t head outside. I didn’t want to be near people. I pushed through the crowd, away from Court, and toward what appeared to be a mostly deserted hallway. I could see that there was one person in line for a bathroom at the end of the hall. Perfect. Bathroom.

Then I felt a hand grab my elbow and pull me to a stop. I whipped around, only to find Court standing over me, pressing me back against the wall.

“Court, what…?”

“You said you needed air,” he said with a teasing smile that said he knew it was a lie. “The balcony is the opposite direction.”

I squirmed under his gaze. The way he towered over me and made my addled brain think about climbing him. I pointed down the hallway. “I decided on the bathroom.”

“Why are you trying to escape me?” he breathed, inches away.

“I’m not.”

“Stop lying to me. You can hate me. You can think whatever you want about me. But just stop lying. You’re so hot for me right now.”

My back hit the wall. His hand slid up my inner thigh, under my dress, and to my black lace thong. His fingers skimmed across the soaked fabric. I shuddered at the intimacy. Then, he slid the material aside and slicked his fingers through my own wetness.

“Oh god,” I moaned, my head dropping backward.

“See?” he said, as if proving his point.

He slid his fingers out from between my legs and held them between us. Wet. Soaking wet. As if I hadn’t known beforehand. Then, he did the unthinkable, and he brought those two fingers to his mouth and sucked the wetness off them.

“You taste like fucking candy.”

I bit my lip hard. “Court… please… we-we shouldn’t.”

“Yes, oh yes, we fucking should.”

And then my walls crumbled. I knew why I had been fighting this. There were a millions reasons to say no. But with Court Kensington pinning me against a wall with my wetness on his fingers and sucked into his mouth as he all but commanded my very body, how could I say no? Why would I say no?

I reached up onto my tiptoes and crushed my mouth to his.

Damn it all.

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English

The line to the bathroom had vanished by the time I came up for air. Court took my hand and dragged me into it. He kicked the door shut and yanked the bolt into place. The air was charged between our bodies. As if electricity crackled from the mounting tension of the last couple of weeks.

Our limbs tangled around each other as our lips came together. It wasn’t gentle. That wasn’t me and Court. It was fire and ice. It was the push and pull. It was teeth and tongue. The fight. The battle. The knockout.

“Oh god,” I groaned against his mouth.

Only to have him reach under my dress and yank my underwear off. He dropped them to the ground, and I stepped out of them, kicking my heels off, too. Then he hoisted me up by my waist, dropping me onto the bathroom counter.

My hands fisted in his button-up, drawing him closer. My legs wrapped around his hips. His hands tangled in my hair. The fight continued with our tongues. A throb cut through my core. A dull roar echoed in my ears. Only this moment existed. The desperate need. The fear of getting caught. The rush of needing him right this fucking second.

My fingers pushed at his belt, undoing it with a dexterity I hadn’t known I possessed. Then his pants, until the only barrier between us was his boxer briefs.

Court wrenched back long enough to release himself. My eyes rounded again. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t dreamed his size. That it was possible that he was as big as the image I’d had of him as I masturbated in my empty penthouse.

He searched out a condom and slid it over his length before positioning himself before me. I could already hear the people outside. A line was forming. I didn’t give two fucks.

“Anna,” he breathed.

But it was the only word he got out before he slid into me, hard and fast. I yelped in surprise and pain and hot, needy pleasure. His hand came to my mouth, silencing me. I knew we had to be quiet. The