Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,37

grinning, perhaps a silent thought. “I have to admit, you’re a natural performer.”

More than you know. I silently thought.

The music shifted as did my mood. I was drunk and now didn’t care…he pressed up to me and leaned down, “you look like you need to get on the dance floor….Join me?” He lifted his head from the side of mine and pulled me to the floor. Sebastian didn’t wait for my response, not that it would matter, no was something he definitely didn’t understand. The man clearly got what he wanted on a regular basis.

Like that, we were on the floor and his hands were down around my hips, holding me just close enough.

I caught Sam’s shocked expression as she now shook her head, noticing whom I was dancing with…looking from her, I caught Brady’s expression, grinning.

Returning my gaze to Sebastian, placing my hand to his chest, I kept my eyes to his…he could move, and keep up to every move of my body. The music got hotter, and the rhythm of sex pumped through the speakers.

My mood had definitely shifted. Drunk, yes, I was feeling it. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the music, either would be fine by me.

His hands moving on me were seductive, touching, and grazing ever so slightly but never truly firm…just enough to tease my senses. The music, hard and seducing my body…definitely dangerous, as was he.

The air, electric; pulsing through every nerve, every cell; luring me further into a dark need; directly to him; like a moth to a forbidden flame, I was tempted.

I knew his reputation…Brady’s words started to echo…every movement, every tease he provided, confirmed how he played the game…He was a man whom took his time. He didn’t just fuck…no there was more to him, and now, I could sense it. His allure was strong. Even knowing this was how he worked…I was being tempted. Perhaps, I wanted to be seduced…he made it easy for me. I wanted to loosen my grip on the control I clung to. Charlie and his model flashed before me. Asshole!

But, was I that different? Nope. I was the same person. He had warned me. Hell, I would have behaved the same way. Who was I to judge?

Closing my eyes, Sebastian’s hand moved to the lowest possible point of my spine, close enough to my ass lead me into his body. Surrendering to the music and his touch, I pressed my body into his. His lips skimmed my neck. Memories of the basement flashed before me, the heat, the need, and more importantly, the feel of his body undermine.

His other hand materialized at the nape of my neck. Opening my eyes my breath hitched and my heart almost stopped. His lips dangerously close to mine…I froze trying to suck in a breath. His eyes locked in mine; I felt his thumb run along my jaw line stopping under my chin.

Holding my breath, he tilted my head up and in a tremble, he lowered his lips. Closing my eyes, I was in shock. His lips on my chin down my neck.

I finally released my burning lungs.

“Shit!” I breathed out in a whisper.

His mouth moved to the side of my neck then nipped at my ear.

“I want you.” he whispered, his hand moved to my ass cupping it at the center forcing me completely into his arousal, that was hitting me hard and tight at my abdomen. Raising my leg around his, I pressed a little closer, as our bodies moved to the music.

I could feel his finger fall just below my dress, pressing at my center. The slow rub, had me completely undone, about to fully surrender. Pressed into his hold, I couldn’t move away, even if I tried. My forehead fell to his chest and my breathing quickened.

“You are so tempting…I want to explore every part of you Lillian,” he rasped seductively into my ear, his breath tantalizing and hot on my skin.

“I can’t” I labored, trying to maintain some type of composure.

“You can!” he commanded in a seductive voice.

“No!” the word came out so weak and unconvincing even to me.

“Let go Lillian…say yes,” his lips returned to my neck teasing me and his slow rub was now working me over.

Oh, lord I was about to cum…right here on the dance floor.

His cheek rubbed up against mine.

“You want me Lillian…” he paused. “Your body is already weeping for me…just let go and give in…give me what I crave.” Weeping? Fuck, I was