She wasn’t sure that was true, but at the moment, it felt like it.
“Tell me you want me, Bailey.”
“I want you,” she said without hesitation.
“Tell me you want to feel me inside you.”
She trembled and whimpered, her knees weak. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want…” She gripped his arms to keep herself from melting into a mushy puddle. “I want to feel you … inside me.”
His knees bent as he pressed his hips to hers, grinding his erection between her thighs. She curled her leg around his, urging him closer, needing to feel the friction. She wanted him naked. She wanted to feel the hard steel of his cock moving inside her. She wanted him to ease this insane ache that had taken up residence inside her since the day she met him.
Holt groaned low in his throat, and his beautiful blue eyes smoldered like the fire he said was inside her. Whatever he thought of her feelings for Rafe, she could tell it hadn’t diminished his desire for her.
“This is wrong,” she said, holding his stare. “You shouldn’t be okay with this.”
“With what? Knowing you have feelings for Rafe?”
Bailey nodded. “I do. I can’t help it.”
“I know.”
Did he? Because Bailey didn’t. She didn’t know why she couldn’t get over a man she’d never had a chance with. Rafe had never made her any promises, never insinuated he would reciprocate her feelings. That hadn’t stopped her from falling for him, and now that he wasn’t in her life, she missed him. So terribly much.
But not to the point it had stopped her from falling for Holt Callahan. She wasn’t sure when or how it had happened, but sometime over the past week and a half, her wires had gotten crossed, and she found herself longing for him in ways she hadn’t intended.
Her breaths were racing in her lungs. “But it’s worse than that.”
Holt kneaded her ass, pulling her closer, the hard ridge in his jeans rubbing against her clit, making her tremble.
“Tell me.”
“I liked it,” she admitted, digging her fingernails into his arms. “I liked that he watched.”
Holt growled, jerking her against him. His hands were urgent but gentle, gliding over her as the friction between her legs intensified. Bailey was close. So close. He was going to make her come like this.
“It doesn’t feel wrong to me, Bailey.”
No, it didn’t. But it should. Bailey didn’t understand what was happening.
“I want to feel you wrapped around me, little rabbit.”
She shuddered, but before she could tell him she wanted that too, the timer went off.
Holt chuckled, releasing his firm grip on her but not letting her go. “We really should try this when we’re not in the kitchen.”
Bailey laughed, some of the tension draining away. “We really should.”
***
Holt had been seconds away from fuckingBailey in her kitchen.
Milliseconds, maybe.
He honestly couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as much as he wanted her. He couldn’t remember being so turned on that he thought he might shatter. She did that to him. He merely had tothinkabout her and his cock thickened, making it impossible to concentrate on anything except memories of the precious time they’d spent together.
