He kissed her, knowing it was enough of an answer. Besides, he didn’t think he could give her a straight reply when her hand was on his dick. As he kissed her, she undid his pants with trembling hands and flicked her tongue over his.
It almost sent him over the edge, just that simple gesture. This undying need to have her, to make her his, in every sense of the word, wasn’t getting any weaker. And that was scary. Despite his attraction to her, he didn’t fool himself into thinking they had anything worth trying to keep. She needed a better man than him.
No, she deserved a better man than him.
But he could be good enough for now.
He swept her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom, his lips never leaving hers. Hell, if he stopped kissing her, he’d die. That’s how much he needed her. It was both scary and new. As soon as they cleared the bedroom door, he tossed her onto the bed, following her down on it and ravishing her mouth even more.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight, making those hot little whimpering sounds he loved so fucking much. This time, he wouldn’t lose control. This time, he would remain sane and not spew out a shitload of words that made no sense.
But when she slid her hand inside his pants and closed her small hand around his cock…all thoughts fled. Growling, he deepened the kiss and shoved his hand up her skirt. The second he touched her wet heat, he was a goner. He could sit there and say he was going to remain in control until he was blue in the face, but the truth was, around her…
He couldn’t.
“Shit,” he muttered, thrusting a finger inside of her.
She cried out, arching her hips. He could make her come right here, right now, with a finger. But he wanted to be buried inside of her when she came.
He pushed off of her and stood, his hands on his pants. “No.”
“What?” She blinked and sat up partially, pouting, and she looked two seconds from either hitting him or crying. Maybe both. “What do you mean, no?”
“Stand up,” he said, letting his pants hit the floor. Slowly, he took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. “Now.”
She bit down on her plump lip. “Yes, sir.” Rolling to the side, she stood in front of him within two seconds flat, her hand resting over his heart. “Now what?”
Lifting his hand, he spun his finger in a circle. “Turn around.”
Her lips parted on a ragged breath, but she did as he asked immediately. Once she faced away from him, she peeked over her shoulder with sultry eyes. “Sir?”
“So eager.” Reaching around her, he gripped the bottom of her silk shirt in a tight ball and tugged her back against his chest. Nibbling on her ear, he murmured, “So fucking sweet, too.”
She arched her neck for him, granting him access. “Holt.”
He yanked her shirt over her head, grinning at her surprised gasp. Dropping it to the floor, he undid her bra and let that fall, too. Splaying his hand over her stomach, he rolled his hips against her ass, loving how soft she felt against his cock. “Yeah, Lyd?”
“P-Please.” She gripped his thighs, pressing against him.
“Not yet.” He tugged her skirt down over her generous hips, watching hungrily as more and more of her skin became visible. When the skirt hit the floor, she wore nothing but a thong and her long hair. He curled his fist into those soft locks, tugging her head back. “But don’t worry. I’ll be buried inside you soon. And you’ll never want me to leave.”
“I’m already worried about that,” she whispered, pressing her thighs together.
His grip on her hair tightened. “What?”
“Never mind.”
He tugged harder. “Answer me. Now.”
“I said I’m already worried I’ll never want you to leave,” she said, her voice soft and heated. “Happy now?”
Satisfaction hit him. That, and…yeah, fucking happiness.
He wasn’t going to lie.
She liked him and didn’t want him to leave yet, and that was a good thing, because he didn’t want to leave yet, either. He smacked her ass gently, grinning when she cried out. “Actually, yes.”
“Then what was that for?”
“Talking back to me. You know you’re not allowed to do that.” He rubbed the spot he’d struck, soothing away any lingering pain. “Don’t act as if it’s actually a punishment. We both know it’s not.”
He pulled her hair again until her head was tipped back, and bit her neck at the same time as he smacked her ass again. She whimpered. “Oh my—Holt.”
My Holt. He liked the sound of that. Slipping his finger under her thong, he slid it across her stomach and stopped just above her core. “Do you have protection here?”