Hatred With Benefits novel Chapter 58

EVA.

I slam the door shut as I pace to my bed, slipping out of my slippers before I climb on it and slide under the duvet.

I pull it up to my chest and turn to lie with my back against the bed as I stare up at the ceiling and Emerson's words flow through my mind.

I shake the voice off my mind and try not to think of the commotion that the topic has caused between the two of us as I stare at my door; half expecting Emerson Ford to walk through it, and half wanting him to not.

I know I won't sleep well without Emerson's arms around me and his body pressed to mine, but I force my eyes closed as I turn on my side, knowing confronting Emerson again is the last thing that I want to do, because things will be said and more damages will only be done.

One angry word will lead to two and two will lead to several. Several words will lead to unthoughtful decisions in a fit of rage, and then I'll come back to regret it when I'm calm and out of the fury. I would rather not have that with him.

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A moan falls from my mouth as I open my eyes to the sight of the white ceiling. Turning to my side, the space beside me is empty and I sit up on the bed, looking across the room and about to question where Emerson is out of bed so early when the remembrance of the occurrence from the previous night washes over me and I hold my tongue.

I spread my hands across the mattress in search of my phone, and when there are no new notifications on the screen; I move out of bed and make my way to the bathroom.

Emerson is standing in front of the sink when I walk inside the bathroom and he turns his body in my direction at the creak of the door. His eyes roam down my body and I'm suddenly aware of the fact that I'm still in his shirt from last night.

"Good morning, " he greets when he meets my eyes and I hum, moving from my spot. "Good morning. " He doesn't speak a word after that and I remain silent as I pull the shirt over my head before I walk through the glass to get under the shower.

Standing under the pouring water, I angle my head to the back and coil my fingers through my wet hair to move the strands to the back.

"Hey, " I flinch at the sound of Emerson's voice behind me before his arms move around me. "Let me wash you. " He requests in a tiny voice, pressing my back to his front and I can feel the length of his cock against my ass.

"I have hands. " I tell him with a swallow down my throat, heat spreading through my entire body and settling between my thighs to create the familiar ache at the feel of his hardness.

"I'm aware of that, Carson but I want to do it. Let me?" He requests again, and when he waits seconds without a response from me; he adds, "Please. "

"Okay. " I give in, not wanting him to push away from me and he rubs my arms before he moves away to grab the body wash.

"About yesterday—" he starts when he moves back behind me and I don't let him finish his words, "We should forget about it. "

"Eva. "

"I'm serious, Ford, I don't want to speak about it. " I state firmly and his breathing is heavy on the skin of my neck before he hums. Seconds pass before I feel Emerson's touch on my back and I suck in a harsh breath as he rubs the skin, smearing the body wash across my body. I shut my eyes and struggle to remain on my feet as I'm aware of every skin his touch melts against and every inch his breath covers.

"Hmm—" the sound leaves my throat before I could hold it back, my eyes opening instantly and Emerson's hand movements stop as he drops his head on my shoulder to take a view of my face. "Do you love that?" He asks as he glides his hands down my back to my sides.

"Tell me, Eva. Do you love my touch on your skin?" He strokes the curves of my breasts and I press back into him intentionally, earning a grunt from Emerson.

"You tempt me too much, Carson. " He pushes back from me to remove his head from my shoulder. When he steps in front of me, his eyes drop to my chest and the tiny buds harden than they already are under his intense gaze.

"Eva–" he calls out in a grumble as he closes what's remaining of the gap between our bodies till my chest is pressing into his, and I hold the moan that threatens to fall from my mouth at the feel of his cock against my lower skin, wanting it to go higher– high enough till he meets where I throb for him so fucking badly.

"Fuck, you have no idea..." Emerson's loud groan pulls me out of my thoughts and he lifts a hand to my face. He gives gentle strokes to my chin as his gaze settles on mine and my heart race wildly in my chest with each inch that's closed between us the more Emerson pushes his face forward.

His lips graze over mine and he's about to capture my lips in his when I pull back, turning my head to the side.

"Eva, please–" his voice is unbearable to my ears and the sound of Emerson's words is almost enough to have me melt right on the spot. Almost.

"Move back, Emerson. " I murmur, but he doesn't listen. He presses his thumb to my chin as he guides my gaze back to meet his. "Baby. " Oh fuck. He knows what he's doing and he's playing the game so fucking well judging by the more the wetness between my thighs turns slippery at that name falling from his mouth.

"I think I should shower first. " I manage to tell him, ignoring the way every other part of my body screams for him.

"Are you still annoyed about last night?" He asks and I take a step back before I go back on my words.

"Eva–"

"I'll leave if you want to go first. " I interrupt his words and he stares at me for a long time without another word, letting me burn under his heated gaze before his shoulders sink in a sigh and he turns his head away from me.

He drops the body wash to its spot before he looks back at me. "You should go first. "