And along the soft swell of her breast above her sweater, she arches up, silently begging for more.
Spanning her ribs, I graze the underside of her breast in slow torturous strokes. So close to where I want to touch, to taste.
Desperate to touch bare skin, I slide my hand under her sweater.
Because she's mine.
Every smart-mouthed, sock-wearing, impossible inch of her.
I rock against her, chasing relief I know won’t come. Not tonight.
Tonight is for next level torture.
The mission? Collect every soft sigh, helpless moan, hungry growl—and lock them up.
No one else will ever get this part of her.
Never.
Pulling back just enough to see her face, I memorize how she looks in this moment—flushed and fierce and so fucking beautiful it hurts.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking me back to her mouth.
This kiss is different—deeper, hungrier, like she's trying to devour me whole.
And I let her.
Christ, I'd let her do anything as long as she keeps kissing me like this.
My dick throbs painfully, demanding more.
Demanding everything.
I slide my hand higher under her sweater, palm grazing the lace of her bra?—
The barn door's groan cuts through our heavy breathing.
Nick's voice follows, casual and unsuspecting. "Chance? You in here?"
Holly goes rigid beneath me, her lips still swollen from my kiss. My heart slams against my ribs as her wide eyes lock with mine.
The guilt I've been fighting crashes over me—not for wanting her, never for that—but for lying to my best friend. My brother.
"They said you came in here like five minutes ago," Nick calls, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. Each step closer winds the tension tighter.
I press my finger to Holly's lips, silently willing her still. Her breath pants hot against my skin, and fuck if that doesn't make my dick throb despite the danger. "Yeah, I'm here."
"You good? You sound..." A pause. "Occupied."
Sweat breaks out along my spine. One wrong move, one sound from Holly, and everything explodes. "Just... give me five minutes, would you?"
"Sierra’s missing too." The amusement in his voice makes my stomach turn. "Second time around that particular block, huh?"
Holly's whole body goes stiff, that earlier fire in her eyes dying.
She tries to pull away, but there's nowhere to go with me still caging her in.
The hurt flashing across her face guts me before she locks it down, that mask I fucking hate sliding into place.
