Holly felt it like a war cry in her pulse, and in the way her knees wobbled when he finally crossed the floor. She stepped forward with her chin up, daring him. Just close enough to make her wonder if this was foreplay, or fear it was a fuckingwarning.
Either way, she wasn’t listening.
“Are we really going to do this?” she murmured into the space between them, right before he leaned in with purpose andmade her breath hitch when the broad planes of his chest brushed against her painfully hard nipples.
His mouth found the shell of her ear, and she could hear the goddamn smirk in his voice as it curled around her restraint like a python andsqueezed.“We’re already doing it,” he teased, voice soft and sexy as he plucked ever so gently at her right nipple through the Lycra tank top she was wearing. Like it could have been those lips she’d developed a very specific, medically concerning interest in.
Like he could have beensuckling.
“Fuck,”she breathed, head tipping back of its own free will as she grabbed a fistful of his shirt by his hip and yanked him toward her. He took the opening up of her neck as an invitation, leaning in to lay hot, open-mouthed kisses on her skin, starting just beneath her jaw.
“You like that?” he asked, a hint of a smile on his lips before he kissed lower and let his teeth graze against her as he reached to pluck the same nipple again, a breath harder.
JesusfuckingChrist, he was going to kill her. She was going to die here in this miserable little death-closet, in the most glorious way possible.
A moan escaped her, sneaking out of her like a thief wanting to rob him of his own control as her grip tightened on his shirt, pulling the fabric taut around him.
“Fuck yeah,” he rasped, sounding thirsty as fuck. “Your nipples are so hard, sweetheart… are they sensitive?”
“Mmm,” she hummed, not trusting herself with words just in case he applied a little more strategic pressure. She kept her grip on his shirt to anchor herself but her free hand dragged uphis chest, all nails and retribution that made him hiss from the back of his throat.
“Oh, you sure you wanna play it likethat, Martinez,” he chuckled darkly, but it wasn’t amusement. “Because if you tempt me into beingthatguy for you, you might not like what you see.”
No, that was the unmistakable sound of a man getting close to losing any control he’d been pretending to have when it came toher. And all of a sudden, Holly wanted to test him. Wanted to see what it would take to make him break.
“You the Big Bad Wolf now?” she threw back under her breath, fighting to keep it even.
She saw it. The instant something changed in his eyes, like pale blue ice devolving into the black depths of the vast abyss beneath. He was Nate, but hewasn’tNate—or at least, not the waysheknew him. The man in front of her now looked like he was starving, and she was going to be his damn sacrifice.
“I’m your Big BadEverything, Holly,” he growled, curling a massive hand around her throat to claim her before he walked her backwards until her ass hit the nearest wall. “And don’t you fucking forget it.”
And then he stooped, sucking her Lycra-covered nipple into his mouth like a punishment right as his other hand slid over her mouth to silence the cry he dragged out of her. Her muffled moan filled the space as his reward, already undone and he’d barely even touched her.
Jesus, how embarrassing?But not so embarrassing that she was gonnaget him to stop.
He worshipped one peaked nipple and then the other, sucking and rolling them between his lips. And then he laughed against her breast, right before he pushed her against the wall with his full fucking weight and kissed her, hard, as though he could erase every bad choice she’d ever made with the friction of their tongues until he was the only thing left.
She moaned into his mouth and gave a little jump, hooking her knees around his hips. Nate immediately understood the assignment, hands grabbing her thighs to hoist her, fingers digging in just shy of bruising. A few seconds later he had one deliciously inked arm caging her in against the wall, the other hand cupping her ass for support.
“If you don’t stop me, I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he promised, pressing his forehead into that swoony space just behind her ear. “You’ve got three seconds, Holly, or I swear?—”
She leaned in, cutting him off by biting his neck like a feral kitten sick of being teased with its favorite toy. A groan tore through him and his hips bucked into her involuntarily as he lined the thick, heavy length of his cock up along the length of her pussy.
“Maybe I’ll ruinyou,”she growled, staying close to his neck and flicking her tongue across the red mark she’d just left in a way that made him shiver. “You ever think aboutthat,Brick?”
He clenched his jaw as if trying to stop himself from bursting through four layers of clothing with the power of his cock alone just so he could shut her up.
“You know my team nickname?” he asked hoarsely.
“I know a lot of things,” she told him, smirking.
He raised a brow. “Like?”
“Like how to make a cocksure little show pony like you come in his fucking pants,” she whispered filthily, and before he could so much as blink she rolled her hips. She dragged herself up his thick ridge, slow and mean, with her breath hot on his ear as she taunted him.
“Think you gotgame,Nate?” Her voice was velvet wrapped around a snarl, before she flicked her tongue at his earlobe and made him growl deep in his throat.
“Look at you. One little grind away from begging.” She smirked, doing it again. Harder this time, hips circling like she was reminding him about the obscene way she’d choreographed their Rumba. “Just one more, and I bet I can make you nut so hard you forget your own fucking name.”
