Page 88 of Holding Penalty

The kiss starts tentative and tender, like I’m still worried about how fragile she is after what she just went through. But when she leans into it, increasing the intensity by snagging my bottom lip between hers and sucking on it, I give in to the hunger that’s clawed at me for so many months.

I satisfy it by pushing my tongue past her lips and relishing the taste and feel of her mouth with unchecked greed.

I drag my lips away from hers, grazing them against the outline of her jaw, down to the soft, smooth skin of her neck. She lets out a tiny whimper that goes straight to my cock, instantly making me harder than I ever thought possible.

A tremor of pleasure passes through her when my lips and stubble rake over a spot right underneath the crook of her jaw, and my chest beats with satisfaction and thrill.

“Nash,” she moans my name when I do it again, and I’m suddenly full of the desire to make her say my name like that over and over.

She grabs two handfuls of my still-wet hair and tugs me up, shooting a look of intensity into my eyes, before pulling me into another kiss that’s rougher and deeper and more frenzied than the last. I fall utterly into it, losing myself in a storm of passion that’s deeper and more consuming than the rain still loudly beating against the roof and walls.

“Fuck, Piper,” I sigh against her lips in surrender. “I’ve wanted to do this every damn day for so damn long.”

Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, and my balls respond by tightening to the point of aching.

“I’ll have to get lost in thunderstorms more often if this is the result,” she says, a coy tease while she nips at my lip.

Even though just minutes ago I was the most scared I’ve ever been in my life, I laugh.

“That won’t be necessary,” I say, kissing around her neck and the delicate column of her throat. “From now on, the only thing you’ll need to do is ask.” I suck on a spot underneath the hinge of her jaw that makes her back arch. “And I might be asking pretty regularly, too.”

“Good,” she says, grabbing my hair and tugging my head up again, this time dragging her lips against the sharp stubble coating my throat and jaw. “Right now, I just have one request.”

“What’s that?” My voice is a sigh of pleasure from how her lips feel skating against me.

“Take me to our bedroom.”

Our bedroom. Those two words send a jolt of electricity racing up and down the length of my cock.

I take Piper in my arms and march her into our bedroom.

Setting her on the bed, I blanket her body, diving into another kiss. I want to get Piper out of this towel, I want to feel and taste her in all the ways I’ve dreamed about for so long. My balls are aching and my cock is thrashing with want in my pants, but I can’t pull myself away from her lips.

Not until she rolls her hips, and her center slants against the front of my pants. The friction against my cock sends flames spiraling through my bloodstream. The need pounding between my legs sharpens, and I have to have more of her, now.

It’s a miracle that this towel’s stayed securely wrapped around her this long, but with one tug, it’s finally gone.

My jaw drops. My eyelids disappear. Awe spreads through my chest.

Piper Dashwood naked on my bed is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

My eyes devour her. Her perfectly round tits with pinched rosy nipples, her cute belly button, the curve of her hip, her long, long legs, the healthy, golden glow of her skin—and when my gaze finally rests on her pink pussy, slick and glistening with arousal, my heart almost stops.

“Piper.” My voice is raw, ringing with admiration. “You’re fucking perfect.”

I strip off my clothes. Relief hits me when my throbbing cock is finally free from the confines of my jeans.

Piper leans up on the back of her elbows, the motion pressing her firm tits together. “You’re not bad yourself, husband.”

I don’t care if she’s just being playful; hearing her call me that turns me on so much that I’m all over her.

Thrill pulses through me as I explore her with my mouth. My lips drag a hot trail over her soft, warm skin, kissing along the ridge of her ribcage, along her stomach, the outline of her hip bone, her collarbones that make me so fucking horny it’s irrational. Her hands are in my hair the whole time, her body responding to the touch of my mouth with little movements and sounds that make me feel high.

I take my time getting to her tits, but when I do, I give them all the attention they deserve.

Piper’s muscles pull taut when I curl my tongue around the tight pink bud of her nipple and suck on it. I apply light pressure with my teeth. She quivers in a way that makes me so fucking keyed up, I have to do it a couple more times.

Piper presses her hands to the top of my head and gently pushes. I know what she’s asking for. Part of me wants to tease her, to resist giving her what we both want for as long as I can. Maybe make her beg for it, pay her back for the torture she’s inflicted on me lately.