His tongue slipped between her lips, and it was an explosion of sensations. He tasted good, a heady combination of mint and whiskey.
His hands went to her hips, shifting her to the edge of the island. She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing to eliminate any remaining space between them. She only wore a shirt, and God, there was so little between them in the way of barrier, yet still, it was too much.
When his mouth slid down her neck, she wasn’t sure whether to focus on that or the way his hands slid up her waist, beneath her shirt, touching bare skin.
“Tell me we shouldn’t do this, Clara,” he whispered, his warm breath grazing her skin. “Tell me to step back and let you go.”
“I can’t do that, Holden. I want this. I want you.Youneed to decide if you want me too.” And God, she prayed he did.
For a second he was still, then an almost strangled sound slipped from his throat as he lowered his mouth. He found her nipple and took the pebbled bud between his lips, sucking. Even through the material of her shirt, his lips felt like electricity. Like energy and life surging into her.
With desperate fingers, she yanked her shirt off. Then his lips were around her naked nipple. She cried out, her fingers latching onto the locks of his hair, her head tipping back while that dull throbbing built in her lower belly.
This man, who had consumed her for so long, now blocked out the world around her.
He switched to her other breast, his tongue circling her nipple before flicking it back and forth.
She hummed and moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“You’re like a drug,” he whispered, his words weaving into her. “I’m addicted to you.”
“I was an addict long ago.”
Those hands on her waist tightened and he lifted her, his mouth returning to hers, his bare chest hot against her breasts as he walked through the house, only stopping when he reached her bedroom.
Gently, he lay her on the bed, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Then he looked at her—reallylooked at her. “Are you sure? Maybe now, after what happened today, isn’t the best time…especially considering it’s your first.”
Her blood pumped faster, the beats of her heart stumbling over one another. “I want it to be you. I’ve wanted it to be you since the day we met.”
His eyes darkened, and he dropped his head once again, but this time his mouth moved down her body, kissing over her chest, her belly, until he reached the waistband of her panties. Gently, he pushed them down her thighs.
Her breathing grew faster, her heart racing as he paused over the V between her legs. Then he lowered his head and his tongue swiped her clit.
She cried out, her back arching, her lower belly pulsing.
He swiped her again, this time wrapping his arms around her thighs, keeping them separated.
The blood in her veins heated to lava, his every touch a lick of fire on her skin. She squirmed and moaned under his onslaught, the pressure of his tongue on her clit sending her wild.
But she wanted more of him. Desperately, she grasped at his arms.
He ran kisses up her body before finding her lips again, this kiss slow. Like a gentle exploration of her mouth.
She pushed at his chest until he was on his back. Then she was on top of him, tasting him…nipping his bottom lip as shereached between them. When she slipped her hand inside his briefs, wrapped her fingers around him, the muscles in his chest grew harder beneath her.
She slid her hand over his length, exploring. Touching him base to tip. Every time the air hissed from his teeth, she grew more confident. Learning what he liked.
“Clara…” One growl of her name and suddenly he was spinning them and she was beneath him again. Then a pained expression crossed his face. “I don’t have anything.”
It took her a second to realize what he meant.
She swallowed. “It’s not the right time for me. You’re safe.”
An emotion she couldn’t place crossed his features. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” No pause. No hesitation.
He lowered his mouth and kissed her again, his tongue diving straight in. And she felt him right there between her thighs, at her entrance.
