Once I’m sitting down, he stands and releases me. Leaning down, he moves close to my face, his breath ghosting over my lips. My heart pounds in my chest, my anger warring with the heat pooling in my belly.
I’m speechless as Holland’s lips brush mine in a soft, teasing kiss. It’s fleeting, but it’s enough to send a jolt of electricity through me. I’m weak. I’m a weak, stupid girl, and I don’t care.
Holland seems to sense my surrender as his hands move down to rest on my thighs. His kisses grow more insistent, his lips pressing firmly against mine, his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth.
My hands find their way up to tangle in his hair, my fingers gripping tightly as I kiss him back with just as much passion.
“I hate you,”I say breathily, but he silences me with another kiss.
“No, you don’t,” his teasing tone is gone, replaced by a low, husky murmur that sends shivers down my spine.“I think we both know that.”
Man, I wish he couldn’t read me so well. I wish he didn’t know me better than I know myself.
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry,” he whispers against my lips, his breath warm and inviting.
My frustration is slowly becoming a distant memory, drowned out by the rush of desire coursing through my veins. I wrap my arms around Holland’s neck, my body lifting off the bed slightly to meet him, the tension between us shifting from anger to something… unidentifiable.
Holland hovers above me, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head with practiced ease. My bra follows, and Holland’s pupils dilate.
He pauses for a moment, his eyes raking over me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. I love the way he looks at me. Like I’m the only girl he wants. The only girl he needs.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Lainey,”he growls, his voice rough with need.“I mean, seriously. I don’t know how I went so long without seeing you like this. If I knew this is what I’d been missing, I would’ve made a move a long time ago.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “I probably would have hit you if you tried,” I shrug. Holland nods, laughing at my remark.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” His thumb brushes over my already hard nipple, and I shiver. I feel my cheeks flush as he reaches for my pants and begins to push them down.
I’m down to just my panties and Holland is still fully clothed. I’m not self-conscious, but I would like to see him. Holland’s body is unbelievable. He looks like he was created by a god. Like, serious muscles and an amazing set of abs.
Don’t even get me started on his dick. I know I shouldn’t objectify him, but holy shit does he have a nice penis.
“Are you going to take those off?” I ask, motioning to his clothes.
“You want them off, baby? Then take them off,” he demands.
My hands immediately move to the hem of his shirt, pulling the black material over his head and tossing it on the floor. My eyes roam over his chest, so lean and muscular, and I can’t resist pressing my lips to his skin, kissing a path down his torso.
Holland hisses as my hand slides down to the waistband of his jeans.
I watch as his eyes darken with desire as I unbuckle his belt and push his jeans down his muscular thighs. His briefs go with them into a pile on the floor. I take in the sight of him, naked and absolutely freaking perfect in front of me.
Hovering over me once again, Holland’s hand moves to my hip, squeezing firmly. His other hand caresses my cheek before he leans down, and his lips are on mine. Our kisses become more urgent, his tongue delving into my mouth as his hand slowly makes its way down to where my panties cover me.
I let out a soft moan as he pulls the fabric to the side and runs his thumb softly over my clit. My nails dig into his shoulders as my back arches, my body responding to his touch.
He breaks away from my lips and moves to trailing kisses down my neck, pausing at the hollow of my throat.
“You taste so good,”he murmurs, his teeth grazing my skin gently before he continues to move lower, his lips lightly brushing over my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples, making me gasp and squirm beneath him.
My hands grip the sheets, my body tense with anticipation as Holland continues to move down my naked body. I know what’s coming and I know it’s going to be so good, and so does my vagina. I’m so wet, it’s actually kind of embarrassing.
I know Holland can tell that I’m growing impatient because he’s taking his sweet old time getting to where I need him to be. His kisses are slow anddeliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me but not giving me enough to reach a climax. His thumb still moves slowly over my clit, but he’s only moving enough to make me writhe beneath him.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he reaches the inside of my thigh, leaving tiny kisses and causing me to let out a sharp breath and lift my hips off the bed in silent invitation.
Holland’s hands move to hold my hips firmly as his tongue swipes over me lightly.
“Holland…” I begin, but when his tongue does another drag, I lose all train of thought. This is what I need.
