“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured as she slid Holly’s bra straps over her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around Holly to unclip it and leaned into her, brushing her mouth against Holly’s. “Come here.”
Her lips parted as she slid her tongue over Holly’s upper lip, a low hum escaping her throat. Holly felt the world tilt, heat flooding every inch of her skin as they fell into a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. She wrapped her arms around Mack’s neck and sighed at the delicious sensation of skin against skin.
Mack’s hands cupped Holly’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over her already sensitive nipples, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched into the touch, her hands finding their way over Mack’s shoulders and her back. And thenMack’s mouth was on her breasts, kissing them, sucking and biting her nipples.
Holly moaned, her hips rocking against Mack’s thigh. Heat pooled between her legs, the ache building inside her.
Mack pulled her away from the wall, guiding her toward the bed with a sense of urgency, her lips never leaving Holly’s skin. They stumbled together, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, and Holly laughed softly, the sound cut off by another kiss. Mack’s weight settled over her, their bodies perfectly aligned as Mack’s thigh pressed between Holly’s legs, hard and insistent.
Mack’s lips found Holly’s neck again, her hands sliding lower, tugging at the waistband of Holly’s jeans, her fingers deft and practiced as she unbuttoned them and slid them down her legs. Holly kicked them off, her body humming with anticipation as Mack’s hands returned, this time slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear, teasing her in a way that made her gasp, her back arching off the bed.
“God, Holly,” Mack whispered against her skin, her voice husky and raw. “You have no idea how much I’ve been fantasizing about this.”
Holly barely had time to respond before Mack’s fingers slid lower, finding the heat between her legs. She was so wet, her body aching for more, and when Mack’s fingers began to move in slow, steady circles, Holly’s moan was low and needy, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her.
“What do you want, Holly?”
Holly couldn’t think, couldn’t find words, so in answer, she poured everything she felt into a kiss, wrapping her arms around Mack and pulling her tightly against her.
Mack continued her slow, torturous rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge with every stroke. Holly’s mind was a haze of pleasure, her hips moving in time with Mack’s hand as she unraveled beneath her.
Mack’s lips were everywhere—on her neck, her collarbone, trailing soft, biting kisses down the slope of her breast, her tongue flicking teasingly across her nipple before pulling it into her mouth. Holly gasped at the sensation, her body arching into Mack’s touch, her fingers tangled in Mack’s hair as she held her there, not wanting to let go, not wanting the moment to end. The warmth of Mack’s mouth, her hands, the slick heat between them—it was all too much and yet never enough.
The tension coiled tight in her belly, her hips moving instinctively, chasing the pleasure that pulsed between her legs, the sensation of Mack’s fingers driving her mad. Lost in the rhythm of her body, the heat and pressure were building inside her like a storm on the verge of breaking.
“Mack,” Holly moaned, her voice barely a whisper, breathless and desperate, her body trembling with need. “Yes…” She opened her eyes, finding Mack staring back at her, her gaze dark and intense, filled with the same desire that flooded Holly’s veins.
“What do you want?” Mack asked again, her voice rough with need, her fingers never stopping, their rhythm steady, maddeningly slow. She pressed her forehead against Holly’s, their breaths mingling in the charged air between them.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Holly whispered through quick breaths.
Mack groaned against her mouth as she kissed her, and Holly could feel the tension in Mack’s body too, the way she trembled against her, barely holding herself back. Mack carefully pushed two fingers inside her and Holly gasped, hanging on the edge of release.
She broke the kiss, her head falling back against the pillow as her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes fluttering shut. Mack pressed her lips to Holly’s throat, and even as her body surgedwith pleasure, Holly’s hands roamed over Mack’s back, her nails digging in, urging her on, needing more, needing everything.
“Please…” She bucked her hips against Mack’s hand, her body trembling with the force of her climax. Her pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until everything inside her shattered, her moans loud and unabashed as she gave herself over completely to the moment.
Mack’s hand never faltered, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until Holly was a trembling mess beneath her. She held her close, their bodies tangled together, her kisses softening into something more tender, more intimate.
For a few blissful moments, they lay together, intertwined, their breaths slowly evening out as the heat of the moment began to dissipate. Holly’s heart was still racing, her skin flushed and tingling from the aftershocks of her release.
Mack smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her skin before pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. Holly’s heart swelled at the sight of her, her hair tousled, her eyes heavy-lidded with affection and a cute hint of smugness. She looked beautiful.
“Are you okay?” Mack whispered, her voice gentle.
Holly nodded, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of Mack’s hair behind her ear. “That was amazing.” She shot her a wicked smile as she shifted, rolling them over so she straddled Mack. Her fingers traced slow, teasing circles on Mack’s bare skin, and leaning down, she kissed her softly before pulling back to whisper against her lips, “Now it’s my turn to make you beg.”
Chapter 15
Mack
The insistent knocking pulled Mack from a deep, contented sleep. She groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow, hoping whoever it was would give up and go away. But the knocking continued, growing more urgent with each passing second.
Mack cracked open an eye, squinting against the pale morning light filtering through the thin motel curtains. For a moment, she was disoriented, the unfamiliar room coming into focus slowly. Then the events of the previous night came flooding back, and a slow smile spread across her face.
She turned her head to find Holly still fast asleep beside her, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her bare shoulders peeking out from under the covers. Mack’s heart swelled at the sight, a mix of tenderness and desire washing over her. She wanted nothing more than to curl up closer to Holly, to trace the curve of her shoulder with her fingertips, to wake her with soft kisses. But the persistent knocking shattered that dream.
“Coming, coming,” Mack grumbled under her breath, careful not to wake Holly as she slid out of bed. The cool air hit her bare skin, raising goose bumps, and she shivered. Glancing aroundthe room, she spotted her clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor.
