He was so damn on board with her trajectory.
Hunger scorched a path through his body at Mach speed. Holden released her mouth while running his hands down her sides to rest on her hips. “Need to lose the clothes.”
“Yes. Now,” she muttered, stepping back to yank off her T-shirt, then unbutton, unzip, and drop her jeans to the floor.
His tongue nearly followed.
She stood before him in a lacy, light pink bra and matching thong. Two seconds later, they were gone, too.
Damn.
He sucked in half the air in the room.
The beautiful, sexy, amazing woman had no idea what she did to him, but she was about to find out. Holden wrenched off his boots and shucked all his clothes in under a minute.
Desire flared in her eyes, and he stepped close to trail his hands lightly up her sides, loving how a rash of goosebumps followed.
“Your choice of location,” he said, lifting a hand to brush a curly strand of hair from her face. “I know the place doesn’t offer many choices, but you know I can get creative.”
A wicked smile curved her equally wicked lips. “I know. And I choose your bed. I like that I can spread out.”
“I like that too,” he told her, his voice gruff to his ears, but since he was hard and throbbing, he wasn’t surprised.
He skimmed his hands down her ribs and the heavy undersides of her breast.
God, she was so soft. So damn soft.
And her nipples were pert and begging for his attention.
He obliged.
Cupping her gorgeous breasts, he brushed his thumbs over both tips, then dipped down to take one into his mouth and tugged.
Emily inhaled and closed her eyes while she leaned into his touch.Damn, he loved how responsive she was, and the need to hear her moan his name shook through Holden. He released her nipple, swept her into his arms, and carried her to his bed in the only bedroom in the small cottage.
Once there, he set her feet on the floor, then he sat down on the bed, leaving her standing in front of him. Anticipation filled her eyes, and they gleamed with need and excitement as she waited for his next move.
Holden reached out and caressed her legs from knee to upper thigh, varying the pressure. She reached out too, to grip his shoulders and squeezed. Still holding her gaze, he slid a finger between her thighs and stroked. Emily rewarded him with a long, low moan. So, he did it again and again, loving how she automatically spread her legs for him.
“Holden,” she murmured. “I’m not sure my legs will hold me much longer.”
“Turn around and sit on me,” he said, removing his finger to guide her onto his lap.
This gave him access to so much more. He kissed the back of her neck while running his hands around the front of her, cupping one of her tightly peaked breasts while he slid the other back down to her quivering thighs where he slipped back inside her wet warmth.
“Oh…damn…” she murmured, gripping his legs and pressing her back against his chest before she started to rock. “More…harder.”
He increased his pace and the angle, and she immediately bucked wildly. Needing to taste her, he released her breast to cup her face and turn her mouth toward his so he could capture her moan as she came.
As her grip on his legs slackened, he slowed his movements and broke the kiss, then removed his finger and talked himself out of bursting.
She slumped against him, still panting, and he had to slide his arm around her to keep the satiated woman from sliding to the floor.
“Holy smokes, Holden…” she panted. “That was…that was…something we need to do again.”
He chuckled as he kissed her shoulder. “I agree.”
Her body was still trembling, and it was driving him crazy. He gently lifted her off him and set her on the mattress, where she stretched out and sighed.
