“I think you were about to give in to your urges. I think you got so worked up having me on top of you that you just couldn’t take it anymore,” he states as if everything he’s saying is face rather than his assumptions.
To be fair, he’s not completely wrong. I was having…urges. I would not have given in, even if I didn’t get up.
Holland’s finger draws light circles on my bare skin, and it makes me shiver. I bite the inside of my lip to stop the noise that was about to escape my mouth. Fuck him. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s not going to win this.
“You want me, Barkley. Admit it.”
Instead of barking out a laugh like I’d like to, I turn around so that I’m facing him. My back is against the cold door, and Holland’s hand is still on the door next to my head. I have to look up to look him in the eyes.
Giving him my best sexy smile, I say, “and so what if I did, Monroe? What then?” I ask seductively. His eyes narrow and darken. He goes from looking teasing to looking hungry, his eyes falling from my face to my legs and back up again.
“We could definitely arrange something,” Holland winks. Shaking my head, I scoff.
“You’re so sure of yourself,” I tell him. Tilting my head, my eyes lock with his. “What makes you think you’re so irresistible?”
Holland’s gaze darkens, his confidence shifting into something more primal. “Because I know what I’mdoing,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And I know you’ve been thinking about it too.”
He couldn’t know that. I’ve never shown anything close to lust or want for him. Even knowing this, my breath hitches, and I force myself to stay in control. This is my game now.
Taking a step closer, my chest brushes against his as I lean in. “Prove it,” I challenge, my voice barely above a whisper.
Holland’s smirk falters for a moment, replaced by a hungry look that sends a shiver down my spine. He looks like he might call my bluff, but instead he reaches out, his fingers brushing the strap of my tank top, but I catch his hand before he can pull it down.
“Not so fast,” I say, my voice sweet but firm. “If you’re so sure I want you, then let me take the lead.”
His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t argue. Seeing the challenge in his gaze makes me want to make this even more difficult for him. Holland Monroe needs to be knocked down a peg or two, and I’m the one to do it.
Chapter 17
Holland
Holy fuck.
I never actually thought Lainey and I would get to this place. I mean, yeah, we have a shit ton of sexual tension, but I never imagined she’d make a move. Now she’s asking to take charge?
I’ve never really had a girl take charge, and I don’t think my dick has ever been so hard. It is so fucking sexy, and it’s even better because it’s Lainey.
I’m not usually at a loss for words. I always have something to say, that’s just who I am. Right now, all I can say is, “okay.”
Lainey steps back, her movements deliberate as she begins to move around me, her body swaying to a rhythm onlyI can hear.
Watching her, my jaw clenches, and my chest rises and falls with my quickening breath.
She stops behind me, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders as she leans in, her lips brushing against my ear.
“You’re so tense,” she murmurs, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back. “Let me help you relax.”
I let out a low, involuntary groan, my head falling back as her lips trail down my neck. Lainey smirks against my skin, her hands moving down my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my abs.
My mind is racing, and my body is responding to her touch in ways it shouldn’t.
“You like that, don’t you?” Lainey whispers, her lips hovering over my collarbone. I don’t answer, afraid of what might come out of my mouth. I should tell her to stop. I shouldn’t let this go any further.
I know I tease her, and I definitely talk the talk, but I didn’t expect her to go along with it. This is bad, Holland. Stop her before it gets to a point where there is no turning back.
I can’t. I can’t get my body to cooperate with me. So, I just stand there, letting Lainey do whatever she wants to me.
Lainey’s hands move lower, her fingers slipping down to the towel still tied around my waist. The towel that is now tented with my hard erection.
