Her breath catches. Mine does, too.
“This is a bad idea,” I murmur.
She looks up, her eyes steady and full of challenge. And desire. “So, stop.”
I don’t.
I tug her closer until my body is pressed up against hers, and I kiss her like I need her to breathe.
She melts into me, soft curves molding to my hard edges, her hands fisting in my shirt.
There’s no hesitancy anymore. Just pure, reckless, dangerous hunger. What’s left of my control frays as her tongue tangles with mine, sharp with the sweet tang of whiskey.
“Tessa,” I growl against her mouth, hands roaming to her hips, sliding up and under the fabric of her shirt to expose moreof that creamy skin. “Last chance to stop this.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”
That’s all it takes. I hoist her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the couch and drop her onto the cushions.
Clothes come off in a frenzy. Her shirt, leggings. Everything hits the floor.
She’s bare to me except for that pretty satin bra, tits straining against the fabric, and a matching pair of panties, already soaked for me.
Chapter Seven
Tessa
I’ve always wanted this.
Wantedhim.
My pulse is a wild drumbeat in my ears as Holt looms over me, his massive frame blocking out the cabin’s dim light, casting shadows over every ridge of muscle on his chest.
The cabin smells of pine, whiskey, and us—electrically charging the air between us with everything we’ve been trying to deny.
His eyes rake over me, hungry and wanting.
He’s so much bigger up close. His huge hands span across my belly, traveling up until they reach the edges of my bra.
His thick beard scrapes over my skin ashe shoves my bra up roughly, and his mouth latches onto my breast.
I cry out, arching off the couch, the pull of his mouth shockingly intense.
College boys with their fumbling, awkward gropes in dorm rooms have left me unsatisfied for years. This is different.
Holt is demanding and bossy with his attention. Every move he makes is deliberate. He palms my other breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to sting, then soothing it with his tongue.
“Your tits are so fucking perfect,” he mutters, his voice rough. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about them and how delicious they would taste.”
He tugs my bra off completely to give him better access before he dips his head again and focuses all his attention on sucking and licking my nipples until I’m squirming, my panties soaked, pressing my thighs together.
“I’ve thought about this for so long,” I gasp out loud, the words tumbling free recklessly. “For years, I’ve fantasized about you touching me like this.”
He stills and looks up at me, his eyes darkening until they’re almost black, and a growl rumbles from his chest. “Fuck, Tessa.Keep saying shit like that, and I won’t be able to go slow.”
His words vibrate through me. “Good. I don’t want you to.”
His hand slides down over my belly until he’s palming my sex over my soaking panties.
