After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
I look down at her. “Fine; fuck, fine. I won’t touch him.” I sigh. I can’t believe I just agreed to let him get away with trying to kiss her.
“Thank you. I love you so much,” she tells me, her blue-gray eyes staring into mine.
“I’m still mad at him for trying to seduce you. And you for not listening to me.”
“I know, now be quiet . . .” She licks her bottom lip. “Let me set you at ease?” she asks with a shaky voice.
“I . . . I want to show you that I love only you.” Her cheeks flush deep crimson, and her hands move to my belt as she stands on her toes to kiss me.
I am confused, angry—and incredibly turned on. She runs her tongue over my bottom lip. I groan immediately and lift her onto the desk. Her trembling hands fumble with my belt again, this time removing it. I lift the bottom of her ridiculously long skirt up to the tops of her thighs, thankful that she didn’t wear tights today.
“I want you, babe,” she breathes against my neck, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I moan at the way those words sound coming from her full lips, and I’m loving her sudden dominance as she takes control, tugging my jeans down my legs.
“Aren’t you?” I ask, referring to her period. “Yeah . . . you aren’t.”
She blushes and takes my length into her hand. I hiss, and she smiles while pumping slowly, too slowly.
“Don’t tease me.” I groan and she works her hand faster as she sucks the skin on my neck. If this is her way of making amends to me, I welcome her to fuck up more often. As long as it doesn’t involve her and another guy.
I pull her head back by her hair to look at me. “I want to fuck you.”
She shakes her head no, and a shy smile plays on her lips.
“We can’t.” She looks toward the door.
“We have before.”
“I mean . . . because of . . . you know.”
“It’s not so bad.” I shrug. It really isn’t as bad as people assume it is.
“Is that . . . normal?”
“Yes. It’s normal,” I decree, and her eyes widen. Despite how shy she’s acting, her pupils are blown out, letting me know how bad she wants it, too. Her hand remains on me, slowly moving, and I spread her legs farther. I tug on the string of her tampon and dispose of it in the trash, then, moving her hand away, roll the condom on.
She climbs down, then bends over the desk, lifting her skirt up over her ass.
Fuck if this isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen in my entire life, despite the circumstances.
Anticipation builds as Hardin pushes the thick material of my skirt farther up my waist.
“Relax, Tess. Shut your mind off—it’s not going to be any different than it usually is,” Hardin promises.
I’m trying to hide my embarrassment as he slides into me; it doesn’t feel any different. Well, if anything, it actually feels better. More daring. Doing something so out of my norm, so taboo, makes it all the more exciting. Hardin’s hand runs down my spine, making me shiver in anticipation. His mood has totally shifted. Given his stance when I came out of the elevator, I had expected him to cause a much bigger scene.