Taking What's His(23)

“Wait, I didn’t say that.” He shook his head, struggling to answer her. “It’s just…I…fuck.” Damn it, the words wouldn’t come.

“Yeah, you did. I think you said it at least a million times, in a million different ways.” She opened the door and walked inside. “Goodbye, Holt. It’s been real. You’ll never have to see me again, or remember the night you stooped so low that you actually screwed a girl like me.”

He should let her walk away. He should leave with empty hands and an even emptier heart. But he couldn’t. Not with her. Not now. He wasn’t supposed to want her, wasn’t supposed to go after her, but damn it, he did want her. He really fucking did.

What was even worse than the fact that he should be resisting temptation—and wasn’t—was the fact that she wasn’t even giving him a chance to form a reply.

And that pissed him off even more than his slow brain, or his inability to keep his hands to his fucking self. He followed her inside, his blood pumping. He didn’t bother with trying to put his thoughts into words. Not this time. Instead, he caught her, tossed her up against the wall, growled…and kissed her.

And, God help her, she kissed him back.





Chapter Eight

Lydia collapsed against the hard wall, clinging to his even harder chest. She didn’t know what the heck was going on in his brain right now, but she knew one thing. All she’d been able to think about since last night had been kissing him. If he wanted to do it again, right here in her hallway, then so be it.

She’d kiss him back.

He pressed closer and ran his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts and rolling his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, needing more. Needing him. He broke the kiss off, resting his forehead on hers and letting out a shattered breath. “Jesus, Lyd. You have no idea how fucking hard it is for me not to take you right here. Right now.”

She moaned. “Then do it. What’s stopping you?”

“Nothing. Everything.” He nipped at the sensitive skin over her pulse, and then kissed away the sting. At the same time, he slipped his hand up her dress and cupped her core, pressing his palm against her where she needed him most. “But I had a taste of that tight pussy of yours, and I want more. So much more.”

She moaned again. She couldn’t help it. “So take it, damn it. Take me.”

“Roommate?”

“Out of town.” She undid his jacket. “Won’t be back till next week.”

He kissed her again, shrugging out of it as he did so. The sooner they got naked, the better. By the time he had the door kicked closed behind them, she was on the last button of his white button up shirt. She slid it over his arms and it hit the floor. He lifted her against him, his mouth never leaving hers, and she wrapped her legs around his waist securely.

He cupped her butt with his big hands and walked toward the bedroom, his tongue gliding over hers. Digging her heels into his upper back, she ran her hands over his chest. He was so hard and smooth. So irresistible. He paused in front of her door. “Yours?”

She nodded and kissed him again. Growling, he opened the door and barged into her room. Within seconds, she was on the bed, and he was on top of her. His hand slipped up her inner thigh, teasing her with almost-there touches.

Then the almost touching was gone, and he had a hand inside her thong. When he thrust a finger inside of her, she cried out and arched her back. “Yes.”

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” He pulled back just enough to make her scared he might be pulling away completely, but then he thrust two fingers inside of her. “And so fucking mine.”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, God, I need—”

“I know what you need, Lyd.” He twisted his fingers, and she cried out. “You need me.”

The pleasure was already building. Intense. Fierce. Inescapable. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

Slamming his mouth down on hers again, he moved his fingers over her even faster. She was so close. One more twist of his fingers, and she’d be—

An old-school ringtone sounded, and a phone vibrated against her leg. Holt froze, both on top of her and inside of her. And just like that, the reality of what they’d been about to do hit him. She could see it in his face. He swallowed hard, his fingers still deep inside of her. “Shit. I…we…”

“Holt.” She framed his face with her hands, forcing him to look at her. “It’s fine. You don’t have to stop.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.” He slid off of her, taking his magical fingers with him. “Damn it, Lydia. You never should have let me inside. You never should have…I never…”