“That’s good because fucking you is the only thing I can think about.”
Her insides coiled tightly, her breath expelling from her lungs in a whoosh when he nipped her ear. Fire sizzled through her bloodstream, her pussy throbbed, and a torrential downpour of need slammed into her.
Holt continued to knead one breast with his big hand while his other slid down her stomach, his fingers inching downward until he was parting her pussy lips, grazing her clit, making her inhale sharply.
“Ah, sweet little rabbit … I’m warning you now. Patience isn’t my best quality.”
Bailey shook her head adamantly. “Don’t want patient. Need fast … dirty… Oh, God!” She cried out when he pushed his finger inside her, filling her so perfectly. “Holt… More.”
She leaned into him fully, spreading her legs wider, giving him room to maneuver as he finger-fucked her. She was lightheaded, sucked into a cataclysm of heat and light and the most delicious friction she’d ever imagined.
Holt’s mouth slid to her neck. He sucked on her skin as he added another finger, pushing in deep, driving her closer and closer to the edge with the glorious thrust and retreat of his fingers.
Unable to resist, Bailey shifted in his arms. Thankfully, his fingers didn’t slip from where they were, but Holt’s mouth settled over hers, his tongue insistent, demanding as he kissed her roughly, his fingers still fucking her thoroughly.
Her body morphed into one giant ball of sensation, coiling tighter, burning hotter until there was no way to contain the electrical current that started in her core and shot outward.
Bailey broke her mouth from Holt’s as she screamed in ecstasy, her orgasm stealing her breath and obliterating her mind.
When she put her hand on Holt’s face, staring into his eyes, she saw him smile, and her heart skipped a beat.
“I think it’s time for you to go to work,” he whispered, his hand sliding over her hair in a sweet, comforting gesture.
“Yeah? You give me the orgasm of a lifetime, then send me on my way?”
Holt leaned in and kissed her. “Tonight, when you come home, I promise, there’ll be more where that came from.”
“Home?” She smiled. “Hmm. I like the sound of that.”
“Me, too.”
Holt kissed her quickly, then traded places so he could be underneath the spray. As she got out, Bailey stared at him, her mind and body still floating from another incredible orgasm.
***
Rafe was pulled from a deep sleepby someone pounding on his door.
“Goddammit,” he growled, forcing himself up when it was clear they weren’t going to stop.
The banging grew louder when he emerged from his bedroom. The clock on the wall said it was only nine, which meant he was supposed to be asleep since he worked nights. So whoever the fuck was trying to knock the damn thing down with their fist needed a lesson in civility.
He didn’t bother looking out the security hole, flipping the lock and jerking the door open. “What do you—”
Holt stood there with an expression that said he wasn’t happy, which was a polite way of describing the murderous glare that had his eyebrows angled into a furious V and his nostrils flaring.
Rafe gripped the edge of the door, prepared to close it. “I’m sleepin’. Come back later.”
Holt obviously didn’t care because he planted two palms on the door and shoved, knocking Rafe back a step before he stormed into his apartment.
“Good mornin’ to you, too,” Rafe muttered, slamming the door. “Don’t you know I work nights, so I sl—”
“If I ever wondered why you’ve been single all these years, now I fucking know.”
“What the hell are you talkin’ about?”
“You left her.” Holt shook his head. “You fucked her, then left without so much as a goodbye.”
“What the fuck did you want me to do? Damn. She was asleep. You were with her,” he said, not in the mood to be chastised like a child. “And I told you, I can’t be in that fuckin’ house. It was all I could do to…” He waved a hand.
