“Well, tell her we hope she feels better soon.”
Marco politely wished everyone a good night, turned toward me and Holly, and gave us a nod. Then he was gone.
Holly didn’t say a word until we got back in the car to leave.
“So you love me, huh?”
“Yes, I do.”
“You aren’t just saying that because of what I said the other night? Because that would seriously piss me the fuck off.”
“Holly, I love you. I love everything about you. Even your dirty mouth. Other men don’t get to date you anymore. I don’t want other men touching you. You’re mine. I get to kiss you and touch you and be inside you. I get to take you out on dates and bend you over picnic tables and come inside you. Yeah, Holly. I love you.”
She didn’t say anything for about thirty seconds.
“Well,” she finally said. “I can’t say that I blame you.”
I laughed. She raised her eyebrows.
“And I’m yours,” I said. “ And that means no one gets to have me but you. Only you.”
I didn’t bother asking Holly if she wanted me to drop her off at her house for the night. Holly was coming home with me.
Ten minutes later, we pulled into the driveway where April and Holly had met twenty-four hours earlier. It was amazing how much could transpire in a matter of a day. Hell, the last few weeks had more ups and downs than most people experience in a year.
Albert was standing outside his home when we got out of the car.
“Hi, Mr. Lang,” Holly said. “I’m going to the grocery store tomorrow morning if you need anything.”
“Morning for me is four AM,” he said. “I don’t think that’s morning for you.”
Holly laughed. “Okay then. I’m going to the store tomorrow NIGHT, if you’d like to join me.”
There was a familiarity between the two of them that I couldn’t help but love.
“I’ll be ready,” Mr. Lang said.
I let Holly walk ahead of me to the door, and I turned and nodded in the direction of Mr. Lang. He actually looked like he was smiling.
When we got inside, I picked Holly up and carried her to the kitchen counter. When she was seated on the counter, her face was just about level with mine. She wrapped her legs around me and I took her face in my hands.
“Can you pick up some hazelnut creamer when you go to the store tomorrow?”
She made to slap my face, but I grabbed her wrists. “Never mind,” I said. “You should just move in, then I would never run out of hazelnut.”
I dared to give her a quick peck on the lips. “All women have a flavor,” I informed her. “Yours is the best.”
Our kisses were almost exclusively the hot, frenzied kisses of two people who couldn’t wait to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck. Even when the kisses started slowly, they would escalate quickly, lips being bitten, tongues dancing around like swords in a joust.
This kiss started slowly, lips exploring each other like it was the first time they’d ever touched. Our tongues moved gently, hesitant but playful. Hers would touch mine and then dart back, until my tongue would find hers again, like a back and forth game of hide and seek. My hands stayed interlocked behind her head, not wandering her body yet. They knew they would get their turn soon. Her arms were wrapped around my shoulders, her legs still holding me as close as they could.
I opened my eyes for a moment, right as hers opened too. I pulled my lips away, and hers pursed like they weren’t ready for the kissing to end. Holly’s eyes glazed over like she was in a daze.
“Oh my god,” she said. “I’m so wet.
“I need to be inside you,” I said. “I need to make love to you.”
Her eyes got big. “Do we even know how to do that?”
Always the smartass.
I had been inside Holly so many times over the years. I always wanted to be. She could turn me on more quickly than any woman on the planet. But it had always been based out of want. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to touch her, I wanted to fuck her.
This time, I felt the need. I needed to be inside her. I needed to feel our bodies connect, become one.
I carried Holly to the bedroom. Our clothes weren’t ripped off and thrown in ten different directions. We took our time undressing each other, and when we were both completely naked, I stood back and took her in.
“My god,” was all I could say.
I stepped to her and kissed her once again. Slowly, deeply, like before. My hands found her breasts, my fingers tracing ever peak.
Holly ran her hands gently down both of my shoulders, and my body shuddered at her touch.
As we continued to kiss, one finger traveled over the top of her breast, and wound its way down her body. Past her belly button, past her hips. When my finger reached its destination, sliding in, she gasped.