Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,22
and walked in. He was seated once again at the breakfast bar, and on his cell grinning ear to ear as if he just bested whomever he was speaking with. Yes, he was extremely pleased with himself.
“My night to your bishop!” he smirked.
“Well, no one said, I had to play fair. Your arrogance just cost you. Your move.” He smile and leaned back hanging up his phone.
Walking to my room, I didn’t; more like couldn’t even look at him.
I placed my purse and computer bag down on the bed then turned back to my bedroom door. As Charlie was looking straight down the hall, his phone rang again, pausing for a moment, I was a bit curious of his earlier conversation, but pulled myself quickly back, slamming the door shut.
I needed to get to the gym and work off my newfound frustration. I now sounded just like Brady. Throwing my heels off, I pulled my dresser drawers open. Yes, I needed to change and take advantage of the gym. Reaching behind for my zipper I tried to pull it down, oh shit...I just remembered why this dress sat in the back of my closet.
I couldn’t ever get it off.
Ok, I’m a big girl. I sucked in a cleansing breath and opened my door. Charlie was typing away on his keyboard.
“Charlie?” I walked down the short hall to the kitchen as he raised his expression to mine.
“Yes Lillian?” He smiled dangerously at me.
“I’m afraid I’m in need of your assistance. I can’t seem to reach the top of my zipper. Would you mind?” I paused looking straight into his very pleased expression. He was about to stand. “Please, there is no need for you to get up. If you could simply, get it down, just enough for me, I would be extremely grateful.” I turned my back towards him.
His hands seemed way too comfortable as he placed them around my hips, pulling me back to him.
“I need you a little closer, if I am to remain seated.” The amusement was laced through every word he spoke. Yes, he was enjoying this way too much. “Any particular reason you’ve decided to change? I thought this dress was truly becoming on you. It rather played up your grey eyes brilliantly”
“Thank you, but it seems I received an unexpected day off, and the dress no longer necessary.”
“Well then, aren’t you lucky.” His hands slowly moved up to the zipper.
I had already moved my hair out of the way not wanting a repeat of his touch against my skin.
His finger curled around the top of the dress
Again, he managed to be sure to touch my skin, and again he had the same effect on me.
I knew he had turned his body towards mine as his legs were on either side of my body. If he pulled me any closer, I would be sitting in his lap where I suspect he would want me. Hell, I probably wouldn’t complain. Calmly, I sucked a cleansing deep breath in, and released it slowly out. His hands pulled at the zipper, easing it down. With one swift motion, he had unzipped me just down to the lowest portion of my back.
The heat of his breath on my skin sent chills up my spine igniting my desire and pooling it just at my center. I could tell he too was frozen in what seemed to be a mutual desire and attraction. His hand was now running soft and deliberately up my spine sending a shock of sensations thru my body. I cocked my head to the side biting hard into my lower lip. Oh dear lord I needed to get laid. I needed to move, but my feet felt planted firm and unresponsive.
His hand stopped just at the clasp of my bra. His index finger slow, but confidently slid under….oh he was good. Both fear and anticipation, ignited like a fire across my skin. The need to let go of my restraints had me breathing a bit harder. His scent, encased me like an invisible prison. I wanted this man. For the first time I didn’t want to think, I didn’t want to hold onto the control I’ve used for so long. Closing my eyes, my lungs were desperate for air and my body ached for his touch.
With just his index finger and thumb, he unreservedly unhooked my bra. His second hand swiftly snaked around my waist within my dress skin to skin. I knew where his wondering hand was