sounded more desperate than the last.
White-hot need rushed through my body, but I wasn’t thinking of my own release. I lost myself in the sweetness of her taste and the velvety softness of her flesh. It took me by surprise when her hips jerked, and her entire body trembled with release. Her tight passage began constricting around my fingers.
She reached down and fisted my hair in her hands, keeping me in place. Not that I wanted to go anywhere. I’d happily stay right there, between her legs, making love to her with my mouth and fingers forever. But all too soon, her thighs began to relax and grow heavy on my shoulder and her fingers uncurled. Sensing that her orgasm was waning I pressed three more tender kisses against her now very sensitive flesh and stood.
“That felt…wow…” Her eyes fluttered open and I could see that they were clouded with post-orgasmic bliss.
As much as I’d love to let her float in her altered state, my erection was pressing painfully against my zipper and every cell in my body was screaming for me to be inside of her.
“These past two weeks have been torture,” I confessed.
“They have?” Her eyes widened and her lips parted.
I traced first her upper, then lower lip with my thumb, something I’d noticed made her cheeks flush each time I did it. “It took self-control I didn’t even know I had not to go next door and…”
“And what?” she asked breathlessly.
“And fuck you.”
“Oh.” Her lips remained in the shape of an O as the flush on her cheeks deepened. Her breaths were coming in short pants. “That would have been…nice.”
Hearing the adjective she used sent an urgency rushing through me and my hands gripped her hips and I flipped her around so she was facing the wall.
“No,” I gritted out as I lifted her arms above her head. Keeping her hands pinned above her with one hand I unzipped my jeans and released my straining erection. Then, with my free hand, I tilted her hips up and positioned the head of my cock at her wet opening. She gasped at my shameless statement and I slid my hard shaft along her slick folds. I teased her. I pressed my head to her opening but I didn’t push inside. Instead, I just ran it up and down her damp folds. A whimper fell from her lips as she arched her back. Leaning down, I growled against her ear, “Nothing I want to do to you is nice.”
Chapter 24
Olivia
“Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.”
~ Maggie Calhoun
“Nothing I want to do to you is nice.” Holden’s deep voice and bold words reverberated through me.
Having him want me with such a savage desire caused me to be dizzy with lust. My fingertips scraped the wall trying to anchor myself to it. The callouses on Holden’s palms brushed against my wrists as he held me in place. The friction from the rough texture of his work-worn hands heightened the experience causing a shock of bliss to explode in my core. Tingles of excitement and swirls of euphoria combined priming my body. It wouldn’t take much for me to go up and over the edge again.
When he’d dropped down to his knees in front of me, it had shocked me in the most delicious way. I’d always been a little shy when it came to receiving oral sex. It felt so much more intimate than any other sex act to me. But I wasn’t with Holden. When he’d lifted my leg, bringing his face within an inch of the apex of my thighs and I’d felt his breath on my feminine folds, it felt like a physical touch. I’d almost climaxed on the spot, just from his stare and the air from his lungs feathering over me. Once he touched me and kissed me, I came apart in an earth-shattering climax.
The first time we were together had almost felt like a dream. When I played it back in my head, it was almost as if I’d had an out-of-body experience and I was on the outside looking in. This time, I wanted to be in my body. And I wanted to remember every detail of our encounter.
I turned my head to the side and the solid, smooth coolness of the wall pressed against my cheek. I was doing my best to be in the moment, to be present.
“Do you want me to be nice?” His raspy voice sent a shiver racing down