He caressed his way up her chest and throat until he cupped her neck and face, and the trail of fire he stirred inside her was mirrored in his eyes. “So gorgeous.”
Holden kissed her again, deep, long and thorough. And…damn, he tasted hungry and hot and intensely male. The sensual maneuvers annihilated what little brain cells she had left.
“I want you, Emily,” he murmured.
“I want you too,” she whispered, pulling his head back down. “So bad…”
At that, he let out the sexiest damn groan, swept her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. After setting her on the mattress, he captured her lips with his again, and they devouredher, taking what he wanted without apology as he pressed her back onto the mattress with his hot, hard body.
Their embrace went from feverish to wild as they took turns on top. She stroked and kissed and nipped, relishing the tour of his well-defined muscles and ridges.
Damn, the man had abs for days. So sexy. So taut. So going to need to make another pass for the sheer thrill of it.
A second later, Emily was flat on her back with her wrists clamped in his hand and pressed high above her head.
She moaned and her good parts throbbed. Holden covered her completely and his delectable weight sparked so many sensations to life. By now, Emily was crazy with need. She wrapped her legs around him and brought his body even tighter against her. The delicious friction of his jean-clad erection nearly set her off.
“Emily…” he murmured against her mouth, then pressed hot, open-mouth kisses down her throat.
When he sank his teeth in the special spot behind her ear, she gasped then eagerly turned her head to give him better access. He needed no further instruction.
Yes…there.Her eyes fluttered shut, so overwhelmed with the sensations rippling through her body. The air changed. Amped up. It was crazy. Insane. Delicious.
“Holden…” she whispered, forcing her eyes open as she tried to form the words.
“Yeah?” he asked, still kissing her neck.
“I need you.”
He stilled for a brief second, then shot off the bed to shuck the rest of his clothes before returning to lean over her. Emily barely caught a glimpse of all his glory that, moments ago, had pressed heavily between her legs.
He gazed at her, eyes dark and heated. “Tell me what you want, Emily.”
Everything.
“For you to make me cry your name,” she whispered, and would’ve been shocked by her boldness if she hadn’t been half out of her mind with need.
He inhaled and his gaze smoldered. “Yes, ma’am. You will. Several times.”
She liked the sound of that.
Holden dipped down to kiss the curve of her neck and nip at her collarbone before kissing a slow path between her breasts, before gently sucking an aching tip into his mouth. The feel, the pull, was so wonderful, so incredibly perfect, she arched up, and cried out.
The unhinged intonation rushing from her lips wasn’t his name, but it was full of craving and need. Given the low, sexy sound that rumbled through his chest, conveying a fierce satisfaction, he was pleased.
But knowing the man’s penchant for excellence, he wasn’t going to stop until he fulfilled her request.
Teasing her nipple with his talented tongue, Holden caught the other tip between his thumb and forefinger and tugged. She arched off the mattress, encouraging him for more. But in case he wasn’t sure that she was pleased, Emily bit his shoulder.
Another rumble sounded in his chest.
He definitely liked that.
He released her nipple and drew back to gaze at the only piece of material separating them.
Her see-through, periwinkle lace panties.
“You wore these under your uniform all day?” His gaze smoldered.
