back of my neck. She wrenched me closer. Hard beads of her nipples surrounded by soft flesh pushed into my back. The woman was trying to kill me, my restraint already dead.
Her hands skated down my stomach. I grabbed her wrists just before she reached my dick, holding her in place. She gasped, and I exhaled heavily.
“Are you sure about this? Because once I start, I won’t stop. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not—”
“Yes.” She emphasized the point by kissing my shoulder.
“I want to see you.” My voice sounded gruff to my own ears.
I released my hold on her, and she eased around, squeezing between me and the wall. Her eyes were clear as she looked up at me. I forgot everything else for a minute.
“I’m sorry and I’m not sorry about the other day. The shower. I didn’t have the right, but damn it woman.”
“Do I seem mad?” Her hands drifted up my chest and locked around the back of my neck.
“I don’t normally do that.” I couldn’t find the proper words to explain.
One corner of her mouth curved up. “I’m glad to hear that.”
My lips mirrored hers, an overwhelming feeling of something came over me. I dropped my forehead to hers. “I need you. So goddamn much.”
The confession tumbled out, and I had no desire to take it back. Just being close to her . . . it was more than I’d ever had.
I tried to hold on to the remaining thread of my control.
It snapped.
My mouth crash-landed on hers. She tasted like her lip gloss, honey and sugar and perfection. I caged her in with my body as she pulled me closer at the same time.
Her whimper had my already hard dick stiffening between us. I rocked against her as I captured her mouth. Or hell, the truth was, she captured me.
Everything inside of me swelled as she clung to me like she couldn’t get enough. Her tongue fought to get to mine. Her hands held me like she’d never let me go.
I couldn’t stand not touching her a second longer. My fingers stroked her hair with a reverence I didn’t know I was capable of. As my mouth ravaged hers, my hands memorized every inch of her that they touched. She shivered as they skimmed her sides, down her hips. This woman, enigma that she was, deserved to be worshipped. Like Trish, she’d probably overcome something far from trivial to end up at Paths. I wanted to be the man to help her . . . whatever she needed. I was more than happy to be the man to do it.
I feathered kisses along her jaw, nipped at the column of her neck. She leaned her head back against the wall, yielding to my touch.
“So pretty,” I murmured against her skin.
I bent, sucking a nipple between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. Her breasts were heavy in my hands. I kneaded them as I licked and grazed. My name fell from her lips, and I loved it.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me south even as she held me against her chest. She wanted everything, and I was going to give it to her.
I tilted my hips and nearly came undone as my hard length slid through her slick folds. “Feel what you do to me, Easy?”
She grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand against her sex. “Feel what you do to me?”
I’d planned to take my time, but as soon as my fingers touched her smooth skin, I couldn’t. I ran my index finger up her slit, and her knees buckled. I caught her by the hip, and she gripped my shoulders.
Her clit was swollen. The hiss of pleasure as I circled it nearly sent me over the edge. I slid my finger through her folds, teased the tight entrance to her sex, and pushed inside.
“Holt.”
Hips bucked. Fingernails dug into my back. That beautiful face relaxed in ecstasy.
Because of me.
I crooked my finger, pressing against the rough flesh of her inner walls. An intense cry pierced the air. Her lips parted, and I couldn’t resist a taste. I kissed the edge of her mouth as I slid my finger out of her and slowly pushed it back in.
Her body melted into me as I pumped, adding a second digit to her tight pussy. Those bright green gems glazed over as I drew her closer to the edge.
I dropped to my knees without missing a beat. Her clit throbbed as I sucked it between