He hadn’t.
No, he’d fucked her like he had wanted to possess her. And he had. They both had. Now what were they supposed to do? Did she assume that the three of them would continue seeing each other like that?
What surprised her was that she was no longer worried about what Rafe and Holt would do when she wasn’t around. In fact, she kind of hoped they would find a way to get closer. Just the two of them. They had some serious chemistry, but they also had history. They needed to clear the air before there was a chance for anything to work.
She only hoped they didn’t ask to take things slow. She was tired of slow. She wanted to spend her nights doing what they’d done last night. And she wanted them to want that, too.
Bailey was washing her hair, head tipped back, eyes closed, when she thought she heard the door opening. She held her breath, trying to hear any noises over the water pounding on her head.
“Holt? Is that you?”
She chuckled softly. That was a stupid question. Who else would it be? It wasn’t like he would leave when she’d asked him to stay, right?
“I’m hurryin’,” she told him, her words echoing off the tile. “I promise I’ll be out in a jiffy.”
Bailey spun around, grabbed her conditioner, and squirted it into her hand. She was coating her hair, water beating down on her chest, when she felt the air stir behind her.
“I hope you don’t mind company.”
His warm hands slid over her slick hips, moving upward as his chest pressed to her back. No, she didn’t mind company.
“Not at all.”
Every cell in her body zinged to life, heat swamping her from head to toe. If he kept this up, she would get fired because as long as he was distracting her with the gentle caress of his hands, she wasn’t going to make it downstairs.
“Bailey.”
She smiled to herself. “Holt.”
She let her hands drop but didn’t turn around to face him. When his warm hands slid over her shoulders, she sighed. As they inched down her chest, his rigid cock pressing against her butt, she moaned. He hugged her, his long arms wrapping across her breasts.
“This can’t be a mistake, Bailey,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.
He kissed her neck, and she held her breath, silently willing his hands to wander.
“I don’t want this to be temporary,” he added.
“I don’t either.” And she didn’t. She wanted forever.
They remained like that, her breathing rapid as her pulse raced. His stubble tickled her neck, and her skin prickled with awareness when his hands began to move over her lightly. Ever so lightly, teasing her skin.
“Definitely not temporary,” she said with a soft moan as she leaned into him, her chest pushing forward, pressing her breasts into his palms while she let her head rest on his chest. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“I should probably make love to you after what we did last night.” His voice was a deep, dark rumble against her senses. “But I don’t have that sort of restraint.”
Make love? Restraint?
“I’m not a gentle lover, Bailey. I’m not sure I know how to be. But I could learn. It’ll take some time, though.”
“Good thing we have all the time in the world.” She gasped when he plucked her nipples.
“So, you do want me to make love to you?”
What was he talking about?
Then it hit her.
She chuckled softly, tilted her head to the side, and allowed his lips to tease her neck. “It was a figure of speech. I don’t need gentle. I need…” She lost her train of thought when Holt’s teeth scraped her ear lobe. “Oh, God. I just need you.”
