“Talk.” I huff. “Right. I’m sure that’s exactly what you wanted to do.”
“Gosh, somebody’s mind’s in the gutter,” he teases. “Tell me, Cap… How many times today have you thought about me on my knees for you?”
“None,” I lie through a tensed jaw. “Because I’m not some teenage boy incapable of controllin’ myself.”
“If that’s what you wanna go with,” he murmurs under his breath.
The air in here evaporates. My heart’s beating so fast, I’m certain Hollis can hear it. My senses are overwhelmed by him, and as the minutes pass, I’m forgetting why him being in here is such a bad idea.
“I gotta say…” he continues. “I’m a little surprised by how you’re actin’.”
My brows furrow. “Why? Because you thinkthathighly of yourself that you can’t fathom the idea of somebody not bein’ interested in you?”
His laugh rolls through me like an electric shock, sending a wave of goosebumps all over my body and causing my dick to throb. “No, it’s not that at all.”
“Then what?”
“You’ve known who I was on that app from the start,” he says with a shoulder shrug. “It’s never been a secret who you were talking to. Who you wereflirtingwith. So why the freak out once I finally figured out who you were?”
Blowing out a frustrated sigh, mostly at myself, I stare up at the tent, like it’s holding all the answers. “I shouldn’t have matched with you in the first place,” I admit. “I don’t know what I was thinking, or what I expected to come of it, but it can’t be this.”
“Why not?” There’s no judgment in the question. “You certainly enjoyed yourself last night.”
I huff out a breath. “You’re far too cocky for your own good.”
“Am I?” he asks. “Or maybe I’m just cocky enough, and it freaks you out how much you like it.”
I don’t respond. What’s there to say? He’s not exactly wrong, and I know if I were to lie, he’d see right through it.
“And what’s so wrong with giving in to something you want?” His voice is flirty and full of gravel. “We’re both adults, so why not do what feels good?”
“Because I’m not interested in repeating anything that happened last night,” I say, knowing full well it’s bullshit. “Youcaught me at a weak moment, and it won’t be happening again.”
“Yeah?” Hollis leans in closer. I can feel the heat from his breath on my face. “Then why won’t you look at me when you say that? And why’s your voice shaking?”
“It’s dark. Why’s it matter if I look at you?” I scoff.
“’Cause I want ya to… Come on, Cap. Look at me.”
The second I look at him, my resolve will snap. I know it. It’s all I want. All I can think about.
This is wrong. It’s messy, and nothing good will come of it. Donotlook at him!
Then his fingertips brush against my chin, turning my head toward him, and a wave of arousal rushes through me. I can barely make out his gaze, but I know it’s full of heat.
And I know it matches mine.
“You’re a stubborn man, Captain Wesley,” he drawls, his fingers still on my face. “But now that you’re finally looking at me… Let’s hear it. Let’s hear how much you totallydon’twant it to happen again.”
My jaw pops from how hard I’m clenching. Between Hollis’s scent surrounding me and the grip he has on my chin, I can’t breathe. He’s everywhere, and it’s becoming difficult to think clearly, much less respond. I know what Ishouldsay, but my brain and my cock are not on the same page. Hell, they’re not even in the same book.
“Got nothin’ to say, Cap?” he asks after a moment, when it becomes clear I’m not responding. “That’s okay. You can listen instead…”
Leaning closer, his fingers leave my chin and trail down my neck to my chest. His touch is featherlight, and I have to suppress a shiver.
“See, you may like to pretend that you haven’t beenthinkin’ about it all day, but I’ve got no problem admittin’ that I have.” Rumbly and low, his admission sends bursts of desire all through my insides. “The weight of yourbig, fatcock slidin’ over my tongue… The taste of you… And howdeliciouslyrough you fucked my throat once you finally got out of your own head.”
He groans, the sound like a gentle caress over my dick. I’m on fire, sweat beading across the back of my neck, every touch from him over my flesh heightened, and I’m waiting on bated breath for what he’s going to say, or do, next.
