Holly glances back at me. “What?”
My fingers falter for a second.
“Hm?”
Holly’s chest is still heaving, her body flushed and trembling against mine. “You…did you say something?”
I press my lips to her temple and exhale slowly. “No, love. Nothing.”
Her brows pinch, unconvinced.
My fingers find their rhythm again, coaxing another sharp gasp from her lips. “Does that feel good?”
She doesn’t answer, not really. Just a shaky breath. A barely-there whimper.
I thrust my fingers in deeper. Harder.
Holly chokes out a gasp, her head tipping back against my shoulder. The sound feeds something hungry and primal inside me. I need more.
“Good girl. That’s it. Let me hear you.”
Her thighs tremble. Her breath stutters.
I shift beneath her, pressing my cock tight against her ass, making sure she can feel how much I want her. “You want more?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Yeah?” I curl my fingers against that perfect spot. “You think you can handle it?”
She nods frantically, breath hitching.
“Then take it.” I press another finger inside. Her whole body jerks. A sharp, wrecked cry leaves her lips.
I keep moving. Keep rolling my thumb over her clit. Keep fucking her through her orgasm, dragging it out. Her teeth sinkinto my bicep over my sweater sleeve. Her head drops forward. She’s shaking, panting, completely undone in my lap.
When she finally slumps against me, breathless and spent, I press a kiss to her temple and ask if she wants one last lap around the lot before I take back the wheel.
Chapter 35
Holly
2 p.m.
Cooperstown, New York
“Are you absolutely certain?” Theo asks the receptionist for the hundredth time.
“Yes, sir. Two rooms booked on the fifth floor. One for Mr. Theo Carter and one for Ms. Holly Moore.”
“It’s doctor, actually,” I butt in.
“Twoseparaterooms?” Theo goes on.
The receptionist nods. “Yes.”
He frowns like this is deeply offensive information. The receptionist flicks her eyes to me, silently begging for backup.
I pretend not to notice and pull out my phone, turning away. My eyes drift around the lobby. It’s nice. Cozy. Warm lighting, big armchairs, a fireplace crackling even though I’m sure there are actual electric heaters in here.
