Damn, the man looked good enough to eat.
“I vote for youdon’t,” she murmured, bringing his mouth back down on hers.
Things got a little crazy then. Her hands wouldn’t stay still. They roamed, finding their way under his shirt to stroke and caress his hot, hard body. God, she loved how his abs rippled under her touch.
His hands were exploring too. One cupped her ass while the other glided down the side of her breast to her waist, over her hip…then back up. He made her hot and feel so much. Feel everything. Hunger. Need. And she ached.
Emily had never ached for a man before, and that realization alone had her trembling.
When they broke for air, he brushed away an errant curl that fell across her face, and her heart beat crazy strong in her chest.
“Are you sure about this, Emily?” he asked between breaths. “I know we haven’t known each other that long…” His sexy voice trailed off, leaving the decision up to her, and it endeared him to her all the more.
With her hands on his chest, she could feel heat radiating under her palms. Holden was on fire, and her knees shook at the intensity of the man’s need for her.
It matched her need for him.
“Yes. I’m sure,” she told him in a calm, assertive tone she knew he would pick up on and appreciate. “So very sure.”
A delicious grin spread across his face, and the desire in his eyes amplified. “Roger that,” he said. “What do you say we get your dogs taken care of for the night, then I can take care of you without interruption?”
“I say, I like the way you think.” Emily winked.
And with the promise of a great night hanging in the air, they took the dogs outside before crating them. Something she realized they actually liked at night. The crate seemed to be theirhappy place. Their relaxation spots. She never felt guilty about placing them in there. She just made sure they were calm and relaxed, and they went in willingly. Some nights took longer than others.
Tonight, thank God, was not one of those nights.
Apparently, even her dogs knew she needed to be with Holden.
Smiling, she grabbed the sexy man’s hand and led him to her bedroom upstairs. Once inside, she flicked on the light, a second later, he pulled her into his arms and backed her against the wall near the switch.
“Now, where were we?” he asked, before capturing her mouth with his once again.
Chapter Twelve
Over and over, he kissed her softly, tasting of margarita and hot man, then his lips grew bolder, and awareness shot through Emily as Holden pressed his hard, hot delectable body against hers. She moaned and slid her hands down to his hips, and he wasted no time taking advantage of her open mouth.
His kiss and touch were different. The same, but more.
As if he was certain about what he wanted—her. She wanted him too, without interruption.
No holding back. No stopping.
His touch, his kisses, they were assertive but not calm. No, his ministrations were a far cry from calm, and that worked for her. That so worked for her.
The focused man took and demanded and gave with a thrilling enthusiasm that had his name tumbling from her lips in a hitched breath.
His warm, strong, bold hands roamed over her body, gliding down her waist and hips, then back up to skim her breasts as if he needed to touch her, feel her, explore every inch. Emily could relate. She also had unrelenting needs. The need to shove her hands under his shirt and touch his hot flesh and graze her palms all over his magnificent body.
He felt so damn good, she trembled.
Normally, Emily’s utter lack of control would’ve been shocking. But not tonight. Not with the hot, hard, ravenous man thrusting against her while his tongue explored her mouth with matching enthusiasm.
When he drew back slightly, she worked to catch her breath while caressing his lower lip with her thumb.
“That helped a lot more than the margarita.” She smiled. “And was a lot more addicting.”
He nipped at her thumb. “Then how’s this?”
