He bit back a groan, because that’s all hecoulddo with her standing this close, her skin radiant with heat, her breath still catching from the dance. She stopped inches from him, and he didn’t dare move. Her chest rose and fell in a soft, fierce rhythm. And then she looked at him with this calculating intensity that stripped him bare.
She reached out, slow as sin, hooked two fingers into the belt loop of his jeans, andpulledhard enough to tug him into her. Suddenly, they were chest to chest, her sweat cooling against his heat, his breath stalling in his throat like it had nowhere else to go.
“Still think I need protecting?” she whispered, her voice a blade she dragged across his skin.
He shook his head, dazed, already hers. “Not for a second.”
Her mouth was on his in an instant.
There was no fake fucking dating arc to hide behind now. Just sweat and skin and stars and the collision of two bodies that had waitedtoo longto come undone. He walked her back against the glass railing around the rooftop, kissing her like she’d punished him long enough with her absence. He nudged his knee between her thighs, opening her up so she could feel the thick, aching proof of just how far gone he fucking was for her.
Holly echoed him, grinding herself down onto his thigh with a devastating roll of her hips.
Nate made a sound that should've had a police report attached to it. He gripped her waist and hauled her to him like he could fuse them together through sheer force of need. Her hands shoved under his shirt like sheownedhim, palms hot, nails dragging down his abs.
“Jesus,” he gasped, hips grinding into her like his body was begging.
“SluttyJesus,” she muttered against his mouth, smug and dark and feral. She rolled her hips again, slow and cruel, and he bucked into her helplessly.
“Tell me you want this,” she demanded, her voice molten as she bit his lower lip hard enough to make him gasp with shock. Nate, half-gone and trembling, gave her the only truth left in his body.
“I want this,” he groaned shamelessly. “Fuck, I wantyou.Holly—” Her name cracked out of him like a prayer he didn’t believe he deserved, teetering on the edge of ruin. Her fingers curled into his hair, yanked his head back like she’d done it a hundred times before, and fuck if he didn’tofferhis throat, like a good boy begging to be marked.
Holly kissed her way down, tongue trailing heat over the sweat at his pulse point, and Nate felt his knees almost give out. She rocked against him again, thighs locked, grinding into the thick, rigid proof of how far gone he already was. She was ruthless. It was a fuckingart form.
“We shouldn’t,” he choked, every word scraped from the back of his throat like it might anchor him to something solid. It didn’t. Not with her pressed into him like sin itself. “Someone might see.”
“But Iwant to,” she panted, breath hot against his jaw, lips swollen from kissing him like she meant to break skin.
“Fuck,”he groaned, forehead dropping to hers as his hands slid down her back to grip her ass, greedy and shaking. “So do I.” He slipped his hands beneath the waistband of her shorts, palms finding bare, burning skin. No underwear. No fuckingbarrier.
That was it. That was the fucking match that would burn this all down.
Nate’s restraint snapped clean and brutal like a hockey stick under intense pressure. Nate didn’t even realize he’d growled until she gasped, her body arching into him like it wanted to be devoured. His hands slipped back to her waist, spinning her around forcibly until she was pinned against the rooftop’s glass balustrade with the heavy weight of his body pressing into her from behind.
There was no stopping him now. His thick fingers curled around the front of her hipbones like they’d been designed to give him leverage. He yanked her flush against him, digging his throbbing cock into the channel between her perfect ass cheeks like it was his reward for beingsuch a good fucking boy.
“You think I don’t dream about you riding me raw in front of every motherfucker in this city?” he rasped, voice unrecognizable. He towered behind her before he leaned down, curving his broad body along her back like he’d be her own personal apocalypse.
“Everyrehearsal.” His teeth grazed the nape of her neck. She shuddered against him, the vibration rolling right through his balls and forcing him to bite back a moan. “I’ve been a fucking saint, Holly,” he told her, voice thick with sins he needed to confess. “You don’t even know the half of what I’ve been holding back.”
He fisted the front of her tank top and dragged it up over her ribs like it was in his way, exposing just one of her impossibly soft breasts like it was the Ark of the damn Covenant. Holly whimpered and then moaned when his fingertips closed over her aching nipple, plucking at it as though it was her last nerve and he was gonna use it to play a symphony.
“You want me to fuck you, Martinez?” he growled.
Holly didn’t answer with words. She made a softly broken sound, more sigh than anything, and arched herself back into him as though her body could speak for her. Her head tipped back, lips parted, and she dragged in a breath likeplease, please, pleaselived just under her skin.
“Oh no,” he murmured, his lips moving against the sensitive skin just behind her ear. “You don’t get to do that. Not this time, baby.”
His hand skimmed under the waistband of her shorts, palm flat against her lower belly like a warning. “Use your words, Holly. Let mehearit.”
She whimpered, and Nate felt his restraint shatter like glass. He curled around her from behind, one hand still stroking her tit while the other skimmed low, just shy of mercy.
“I asked,”he rasped, his voice rough against her ear, “if you want me to fuck you?” He let his hand slip between her thighs, just enough to tease, not enough to give. Her hips rolled up into his hand like she was chasing salvation.
“Say it.” He dragged just the tip of his index finger faintly across her slick heat. “Or I’ll fuckingstop.”
She moaned and reached down, threading her fingers through his as though she thought she could keep him from fulfilling his threat. Her breath caught in a needy sob.
