cupping the back of her head so she couldn’t move away even if she wanted to.
“Not if you keep kissing me like that I won’t.” Holley pushed me back toward her bedroom. “I’m not going to offer again.”
“I don’t believe you offered. I believe you demanded.”
“Fine.” Amusement flashed in her eyes. “I won’t demand again. Ever.”
I grabbed her hand and dragged her through her apartment.
She didn’t have to tell me again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO – SEBASTIAN
rule twenty-two: not everything has to be faked.
I shoved Holley’s bedroom door shut behind us and pushed her back onto the bed. I’d wanted to fucking do this ever since I’d laid eyes on her in the store that first day I went in.
Wanted to kiss her, to taste her, to feel her breathing against my lips.
It was all I’d wanted for years.
And now, finally, she was mine.
Whether she liked it or not, I knew it.
Holley was mine.
I covered her body with mine and kissed her, wasting no time. I wanted her to know how much I wanted her—how much I regretted all the time apart, how much I regretted not having her in my life.
How much I regretted not kissing her the first moment I saw her a few weeks ago.
She moved her hands over my shoulders, and her back arched as she sought to get closer to me. All I could think was that we were wearing way too many layers for this shit, so I pulled back and yanked off both my sweater and my t-shirt.
I did the same to her, tugging her up to remove the unnecessary clothes. Her bra was black and lacy, and it cupped her breasts perfectly.
I wanted it gone.
I ran my hands over her body as we kissed. Her skin was so soft and warm, and the roughness of the lace against my bare chest sent a shiver down my spine. I felt for the clip at the back of her bra and undid it. Her bra snapped open and I pulled the straps down her shoulders, tossing it to the side when she’d worked her hands free.
We fell back again, and I cupped her breast with my hand as I kissed her. She whimpered into my mouth, and I pulled away. Her breath hitched as I dragged my mouth down her neck toward her breast.
My cock was throbbing against my cheeks, and I wanted her so badly that it was hard to keep control. All I could think about was her—all I had to think about was her, because if I thought about how desperately I wanted to be inside her, fucking her, I was going to make like a teenage boy and come on the damn spot right now.
Holley gasped when I rolled my tongue over her nipple. A shudder wracked her body, and I smiled against her skin. I loved knowing I was affecting her this way. I loved knowing I was going to make her lose control, because she was the most controlled person I’d ever met.
She needed to lose control.
I moved down her body, using my fingers to probe her skin. She gasped under my touch, especially when I kissed her at the base of her stomach and tugged at the waistband of her jeans.
She raised her hips, and the material easily slid over the curve of her ass. Her underwear matched her bra, all black with a lace trim, and I fought a smile at the sight of it.
It wasn’t like she’d be wearing it for long.
I pulled her jeans all the way off her legs and tossed them to the side. Her socks got caught up in the legs of her pants and went, too, and I finished undressing myself under her hot gaze.
Her eyes darted across my body, eating up every last bit of me. Her chest rose and fell with every deep, heavy breath she took, and I hesitated for a moment, just to watch her stare at me.
“Stop staring at me and kiss me,” she demanded.
I did as she said. This take-charge Holley was a fun one—not to mention fucking sexy as hell.
I changed course and moved down her body. As I’d predicted, her underwear didn’t last long. I removed it just as swiftly as I’d removed her jeans, but this time, I slipped between her legs and parted them.
She gasped as my tongue made contact with her clit.
I moved my tongue against that tender spot and held down her hips. They were already moving, like she was desperate