Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

The way she moved, the sounds she made… I wanted to
remember this when I couldn’t have her anymore.
Starting a recording, I focused on us and closed my eyes,
saving the sounds and images of her pretty face kissing me
forever.
“Keep going,” I begged.
She licked and nibbled my neck, and I tipped my head
back, gripping the back of hers. She took my mouth, sinking
her tongue inside mine, and I went fucking weak. The phone
spilled out of my hand, and I took her in my arms, holding her
tight.
“GGoddammit, Winter,” I said low. “You’re killing me.”
She trailed her mouth down my chest and back up again,
and my muscles charged with desire so strong I couldn’t wait
anymore. I pinned her hands behind her back and took over,
kissing and biting her with her at my mercy.
She gasped. “I love…” But she stopped herself, realizing
what she was about to say.
I hovered over her lips, anger and happiness mixing in
with my desire.
Love me? You love me? We’ve met three times, and she
didn’t even know my name.
But she was quick to recover. “I hate you,” she said
instead. “I hate you so much.”
I gripped her hands, feeling the passion rise, a little smile
pulling at my lips. “Yeah, I hate you, too,” I told her, hefting
her up into my arms and carrying her to the shower. “I just
want a hot piece of ass.”
“Yeah?” she egged me on.
I dropped her to her feet, not taking my eyes off her face
and I yanked her bra down to her stomach, pulling that and her
skirt down her legs and off her body.
She brought up her arms, immediately covering her chest
as she stood there in her white panties.