Holt managed to toe off his boots, and he removed her sandals, but he left the rest of their clothes on. He wasn’t eager for this to be over, and the clothes would add an obstacle that would force him to slow things down.
“I think you forgot a few pieces,” Bailey said when he joined her, pressing his knee on the mattress between her thighs and moving over her.
“All in due time, little rabbit.”
He kissed her, letting the tension build up again as she sighed and moaned. His muscles tightened when her soft, cool fingers trailed over his shoulders and down his back. He loved the way she touched him, the way—
“Oh, shit,” he groaned as her nails scored down his back.
Holt punched his hips forward, pushing up on his arms as the thrilling sensation bolted through him.
“Do that again,” he gritted through clenched teeth.
Her nails were gentler this time, but she scraped along his spine until he thought he would come out of his skin.
He wanted to tell her one more time, but Bailey had a plan of her own because she threw her leg over his hip and pushed him, forcing him to his side. He went without resistance, allowing her to straddle him. It put her in control, giving him a glimpse of the woman he hadn’t seen much of.
“I asked nicely,” Bailey said, dragging her nails lightly down his chest. “You didn’t listen.”
“No, ma’am.” He chuckled. “I didn’t.”
Her fingertips dipped under the waistband of his jeans, and she quickly freed the button, inching back on his thighs so she could lower the zipper.
She dragged the tab down slowly, her gaze shifting to his face. “Nobody’s ever made me feel like you do.”
“Not even Rafe?”
He felt her brief pause, but Holt moved his hands up her thighs, sliding beneath the flowy skirt.
“We never even kissed,” she said, her tone sturdier than he expected.
“But you wanted to?”
“Yes.”
He sensed she was uncertain that was the answer he wanted, so he decided it was time they cleared a few things between them. “About Rafe—”
“I don’t wanna talk about him right now.” Bailey gripped the waistband of his jeans and tugged. “Maybe after.”
“After what?” he teased.
Holt lifted his hips, helping her as she scooted down his legs, pulling his jeans and underwear off. He grinned when she took his socks off before joining him on the bed, straddling his thighs once more.
“After you make me come with this impressive piece of equipment,” she said, teasing the head of his dick with her fingertip.
“I’m not sure if that’s a boost to my ego or the beginning of a complex,” he told her when she couldn’t stop staring at his cock.
A smile formed as she curled her hand around him and gently squeezed.
Holt’s hips lifted of their own volition, driving his cock into her fist. She pumped him a few times, bound and determined to drive him out of his fucking mind. He realized then that restraint didn’t have a place in this room. If she wanted fast and dirty, he was more than willing to give it to her.
On his terms.
Sitting up, he slid one hand around her back, crushing her to him as he pressed his lips to her shoulder. He grabbed the thin strap of her sundress with his teeth and tugged, untying it. He trailed his lips across her chest and did the same with the other side. All the while, Bailey continued to stroke his cock between their bodies.
“Pull the dress down,” he growled against her skin, closing his eyes because he wasn’t sure he would survive seeing this woman naked.
She released his cock and tugged the stretchy fabric until her breasts were free. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which meant there was nothing between his lips and her sweet fucking nipples. When he sucked one between his lips, Bailey clutched his head and pressed her chest forward. He sucked and laved, his body throbbing in tune with her sweet cries of pleasure.
