“Say it,” he demands.
My heart pounds in my chest, my stress dissolving into desire that coils low in my belly. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing but a small squeak comes out as Holland brings my shirt over my head slowly, the fabric sliding to the floor in a forgotten heap.
His touch is urgent and deliberate, as if he has all the time in the world, yet he can’t bear to wait another second.
His mouth trails over my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that makes my nipples hard and my body shiver.
I can’t bring myself to say the words. The words he wants me to say mean that I’m committing to being his. Do I want to do that? Do I want to be Holland’s?
I don’t get to finish that thought before his lips are on mine, demanding and hungry. My hands fist in his shirt, nails digging into his back as he pushes me back onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath me as I crawl back toward the headboard.
He inches toward me slowly, like a lion stalking his prey, his movements confident and commanding. If he’s trying to intimidate me, it’s working, and that’s saying something because I’m not easily intimidated.
His hands roam my body, his fingers tracing the curves of my breasts as his thumbs brush over my nipples.
I arch into him, a soft moan escaping my lips as his head dips and his mouth captures one peak, sucking gently. His tongue swirls, causing my head to fall back as my hands tangle in his hair.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,”he murmurs against me as he trails his kisses down my stomach. His hands slide lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans. Lifting my hips, I allow him to pull them off, the denim sliding down her legs and pooling on the floor.
My breath comes in short pants as Holland’s gaze takes me in, and he looks hungry.
Just then, his face moves between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs as he spreads them apart.
My cheeks burn and my pussy throbs with need. Fuck, I want him inside me.
“You’re mine,”he reiterates, his voice a promise.“Every inch of you.”
His mouth descends, his lips pressing against the lace of my panties. My hips buck involuntarily as a take a sharp inhale at the feeling of his warm breath against me. Tauntingly slow, he pulls down my panties, tossing them aside and leaving me completely exposed.
His breath ghosts over my pussy, and I can’t help the small whimper that comes out of me as my hands grip the sheets.
Thank God, he doesn’t make me wait long because I’m about to combust. His tongue is on me in an instant, hot and wet, sliding between my folds with deliberate slowness. I squirm, but his hands hold my hips firmly, keeping me still as he explores me with his tongue.
Holland devours me with a hunger that leaves me breathless. His fingers delve deeper, his thumb pressing against my clit as his tongue flicks and sucks, driving me closer to the edge.
“Oh my God, Holland,”I gasp, my tone begging, but he only growls in response, his touch intensifying.
I’m right there. I’m right on the freaking edge of the cliff, and I am so ready for the intense orgasm that I am about to have. Except, the feeling dissipates when Holland pulls away.
“What the fuck?” I spit. Why the actual hell did he stop? I was right fucking there! His eyes darken, and a devilish smirk crosses his lips.
“What, baby? Something wrong?” he asks mockingly. Oh, I’m going to throat punch him. There’s no way.
“I swear to-,”
“Shhh,” he brushes his thumb over my cheek, moving a loose hair out of my face. He’s being so gentle, and it’s odd considering how roughly he was just eating me. “Say it.”
Oh, you’ve got to be freaking kidding me! He cannot be serious right now. He’s withholding my orgasm because he wants me to cave? To tell him I’m his?
Come on, Lainey. Don’t be so stubborn. Just say it, and then he’ll continue.
Fuck.
“I’m…” I begin, but the rest of the words die at the tip of my tongue. Shit.
Holland’s wicked grin grows wider as he enjoys my struggle. “Come on, Barkley. Tell me you’re mine.”
Rolling my eyes, I take a deep breath and exhale loudly.
