“And you need to take some of your own advice. Let me take care of you.”
I place one leg over each of his, straddling him in the kitchen. My hands run through his damp hair, down his neck, and rest on his shoulders. He wraps his arms around my waist. There’s a different type of anticipation in the air.
He tips his chin up and we take each other in. I kiss him like it’s possible to kiss someone’s pain away. All the things we both want to say, but haven’t yet, are in this kiss. It’s soft but powerful.
I dance my fingers along his jaw, the nape of his neck. His hands move down my back. Our breaths pick up and he pulls me into him so our bodies are pressed together.
“I want you for as long as you’ll let me have you,” Holland says, almost in a whisper. I can tell he’s nervous.
Using my fingers, I tip his chin up. We’re nose to nose.
I smile wide and tell him, “You’ve got me.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
OUR KISSING IS FEVERISH. It’s lips and bites and his tongue on mine.
“I like the taste of your lips on mine,” Holland growls.
He stands up with me still wrapped around his waist. My breath hitches at how strong he is. He carries me up the stairs like it’s nothing.
He sets me down at the top of the stairs and takes his shirt off. I lift my arms above my head and smirk. Holland grabs my shirt and pulls it up and off. Before I put my arms down, he kisses the skin surrounding my bruised elbow.
When I’m in just my panties and Holland is in his boxers, we pause. His smirk is mischievous. He closes the space between us and kisses me on the mouth, before lingering down my neck, and to the top of my breasts. My nipples are hard as he takes my breasts in his hands, his mouth.
I reach down into his briefs and wrap my hand around his dick. He lets out a low and tense growl when my hands make contact.
“How about a shower?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I remove my panties, turn on my heels, and walk towards the bathroom. Holland follows and I can feel his eyes on me.
He turns the water on and comes back to me. He kisses me with urgency and excitement. My heart falls in line and races. I already feel euphoric. Ican’t get enough of how he touches me. Looks at me.
When the water is hot enough, he opens the curtain and gives me his hand. He guides me in before getting in himself.
There’s nothing but the two of us. Waves of happiness and want hit me all at once. I throw my arms around him, put my fingers through his hair. His hands are on my waist. A place I usually hate to be touched. Definitely a different story when Holland is the one doing the touching.
Nothing about him makes me want to hide.
His muscles ripple and tense as we move in the shower. I go to take him in my hands but he moves back.
“Not yet,” he says as he glides his hands down the front of my body.
He teases me, his fingers at the top of my thighs, a hand on my ass. After a few passes, I gasp. He’s so close to where I want him to touch me but he’s not there yet and he knows it.
“Is this okay?” he asks with his fingers right in front of my clit. So close I swear I can feel him.
“Yes,” I reply in a breathy voice.
He strokes me with his fingers. My head tips back when he hits the right spot. I gasp and moan with each of his movements. He places his mouth on mine, mid sound, catching it for himself, and kisses me. His tongue lightly touches mine and I can’t get close enough. It’s just his mouth and his hand and the steam of the shower.
Surprisingly, he pulls his hands away. He comes back with soapy hands, the smell of his body wash filling the shower. He rubs my back, my legs, and my arms. He’s careful around my bruised elbow and makes this the most sensual shower I’ve ever taken.
There’s no rushing. We have nothing but time. He touches so much of my body but it feels like I’ll never be sated.
When he’s done with me, it’s my turn. I spend most of my time on his neck and shoulders where he holds the tension, thick, wrapped around themuscles. I knead and dig in my fingers, while facing him. He closes his eyes, relishing in my touch, and it makes me feel powerful.
Turns out I’m awfully bold when I’m with Holland. I go from my hands on his back to reaching for his length.
