Can't Fight It - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,47

my abdomen, and twitches when she takes me in for the first time. I stroke myself root to tip while she watches. It’s not until her tongue peeks out and licks her lips that I move this party along.

“Hollis, babe, you’re killing me here. I need you fucking naked. Now.” My voice is a growl, not one of anger but of lust. She must be able to sense it because she offers me a sweet smile before she wiggles out of her yoga panties.

Boy shorts—at least I think that’s what they’re called—have never looked so good. I watch her, and even though there is a slight tremble in her hands, she continues to step out of them, tossing them to the side.

We’re naked.

Finally.

With my hand still tightly fisted around my cock, I take small steps, allowing me time to rake my eyes over her naked body. She’s flawless. Her tits look to be a perfect handful, and the softness of her belly leads me to a small landing strip that disappears between her thighs. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her.

“Colt?” Her voice is soft. My eyes snap to hers, and she looks worried. “W-What are you doing?”

“I’ve wanted this,” I tell her as I give my cock another long stroke. “From the minute I laid eyes on you, I wished I could see you like this. Bare to me. I finally get the chance, and I’m going to take full advantage of it. I want to make sure that when I need to, I can pull this moment up in my mind and relive it.”

“Oh.” Her lips form the perfect circle, and I can’t help but think that’s how she would look with my cock in her mouth.

Hollis Taylor is my new obsession.

I can’t fight it.

I don’t want to fight it.

Not anymore.

She bites down on her lip, something I’ve noticed she does when she’s nervous or unsure. I need to loosen her up. A few more steps and I’m standing so close I can feel the heat from her naked body seep into my own. The room is bathed in a soft glow from the fire, and although unplanned, it’s pretty epic as far as romance goes. I’m rusty as hell when it comes to wooing women. Hell, I don’t know that I ever have. Maybe in high school? Once I enlisted, picking up women was easy. All I had to do was tell them I was in the Army, and just like that, panties were dropping everywhere. I used that to my advantage. Of course, I also had the good fortune of the Callahan genes running through my veins.

“Come here.” Placing my hands on her hips, I pull her close. I’m now the one biting down on my bottom lip as her naked body, all that soft, silky skin, presses against mine. “Dance with me,” I murmur.

“T-There’s no music.”

She’s right. I’d use my phone, but without power, I need to save my battery in case my parents or Milo needs me. “Of course there is.” My voice is low and husky, and I try to fight off the physical need that’s taking over my body as I hold her tight. “Listen to the fire.”

Her hands lock behind my neck, her tits showcasing her hard nipples as they mold to my chest. Other than the first moment I held my son, nothing has ever felt this right. I pull her as close as I can get her, our naked bodies aligned perfectly, and with more restraint than I knew I was capable of, we begin to casually sway to the sound of the crackling fire.

My eyes are closed because I know once I see her, those plump lips, and the shimmer of need in her green eyes, I’m a goner. Instead, I bury my face in her neck, and her smell surrounds me. Just a taste. Just a little nibble to tide me over. My tongue peeks out and traces her skin.

“Oh, God,” she moans.

That’s all the green light I need. I nip and suck at her neck, grinding my hard cock into her belly. It was my intention to just sample what the night before us holds, but instead, I’m driving us both crazy.

When she reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock, all bets are off. “Hollisss,” I hiss. Fuck, I can’t have her hands on me just yet or this is going to be over before we get started. And that is going