“I don’t want to,” she said defiantly, shifting closer so her thighs bracketed his hips and the hard ridge of his cock was pressed intimately between her legs.
Her entire body shuddered at the sensation that ripped through her from the friction alone.
Holt grunted, his palm flattening on her lower back as he pressed his hips forward, adding enough friction to make her cry out. Unable to hold back, Bailey grabbed his hand and forced it between her legs.
“What do you need?”
“You.” She kissed him hard, holding his head to keep him from moving back.
“You need me here?” His hand moved down to her thigh, his thumb sliding along the crease of her leg, teasing the edge of her panties.
“Yes.” She didn’t care how it made her look; Bailey spread her legs wider, inched her butt forward, eager for him to satisfy this overwhelming ache.
“Holt…” She kissed him harder. “Please…”
The need was so intense she wasn’t sure she would survive it.
His lips trailed down to her neck, and Bailey placed one palm on the counter, leaning back, giving him room. His thumb caressed her through her panties, gently rubbing circles on her clit, but it still wasn’t enough.
She was coming undone, utterly oblivious to where they were, when she tugged her panties aside, letting Holt know exactly what she needed.
“Fuck, you’ve got a pretty pussy.”
Bailey was vibrating, his words making her pussy clench and release. She was dangerously close to implosion. It would only take one touch.
“More,” she whispered, seconds from begging.
“If I touch you, I won’t stop until you come.”
Bailey trembled violently, his words nearly setting her off. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Her cheeks heated, but she forced herself to say the words. “Make me come.”
They both watched as Holt’s thumb moved to her clit, pressing firmly at first before he teased the nub with a vigorous circling motion.
Bailey’s hips bucked. She couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the sight of him touching her so intimately.
She could hear him breathing near her ear as he rubbed circles on her clit until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Come for me, little rabbit.”
Unable to stop the tsunami-forced orgasm from cresting, Bailey pressed her nose into his neck and came with a muffled cry.
His words came in a gruff whisper. “Fuck, you’re so damn sweet.”
As the ecstasy faded, Holt held onto her, his mouth grazing her neck. Bailey didn’t want to let go. She’d never had an orgasm like that before, and she wanted to experience it again in case it was a temporary thing.
But then her sanity returned as her heart rate slowed, and she realized they were in the middle of the kitchen. Anyone could’ve walked in. Hell, maybe someone had, and she hadn’t seen them.
A creak near the back door had her head snapping over.
There was Rafe. Standing on the back porch, his eyes peeled wide.
When she blinked, he was gone.
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