Page 38 of Going All In

I scoot toward her enough to brush a piece of hair away from her face. “I don’t think she meant for you to know, but yeah. She knows how much Christmas meant to you and your mom. She doesn’t want to overstep or make you uncomfortable.”

Her voice is soft. “She’s an amazing lady. I really like her.”

“She likes you, too, Holly. We all do.” I touch her shoulder. “I really like you, too.” I rub her arm, feeling her muscles relax beneath my hand.

“I…” she starts, then seems to reconsider. “Thank you for listening, Maddox. I like talking to you.”

I rest my hand on the curve of her hip. “That’s what I’m here for, babe. I’m here for you.”

She smiles. I move my thumb back and forth over the bony prominence of her hip.

“Now roll back the other way so I can go sleep on the couch. If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to kiss you.” I want to respect her wishes, but a man can only be pushed so far.

Holly’s gaze meets mine in the shadows of the room. She doesn’t roll away from me. She doesn’t move at all except to dart her tongue out to run it over her lips, and all my blood rushes to my dick.

Fuck me.

I give her another second to move away, to keep us from doing something we might regret, and she doesn’t. Her breathing gets heavier.

“Holly,” I whisper, my voice strained.

I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger and lean in for a kiss. Our lips meet, and it’s like coming home. Comforting and familiar and exactly right. This time, she’s controlling the kiss as much as I am. She sucks my lower lip into her mouth, nibbling lightly, and I swear to God I almost come right there.

I move my hand down to her side, slipping under the covers, and then slide it under the hem of the oversized t-shirt. I trace the line of her hip up to its crest and dip down at her waist.

Our tongues tangle as I play with the elastic of her panties, pulling lightly before I move up her body. My fingers move along the underside of her breasts. I run my thumb over one nipple. She lets out a gasp, and I do it again.

“I—we can’t,” Holly says, breathless, but she moves closer and kicks the covers down, revealing long, bare legs.

I let out a groan. “Fuck, Holly.” I roll us so she’s on top. For once I need her to be the one in control here. She needs to want this.

My arms are loose around her as she lifts up her torso, keeping her pelvis firmly on mine, the pressure on my erect cock making it hard to hold back. Hell, it’s making it hard not to come right now.

“We can’t have sex,” she whispers, her body still moving against mine, testing my control.

We’re barely separated, just the fabric of my boxers and the thin cotton of her panties. It’s taking everything I have in me not to push the barriers aside so I can sink deep inside her. The memory of our first night haunts me—her tight pussy clamping down on my length, the slick heat of her channel.Fuck.

“We don’t have to have sex,” I say, even though that’s exactly what I want. I lift my hips, grinding against her. She lets out a soft moan that makes me even harder.

She pushes her groin against me again, and I need more. More pressure, more movement. MoreHolly.I grip her hips and move her against me.

My cock slides between her legs, the fabric between us providing friction and making all of this feel naughtier than it is. Or maybe this is exactly as naughty as it feels. It’s the closest I’ve been to Holly since that first night, and that one time is what I’ve been fantasizing about since then. Even without penetration, I’m practically ready to come already just from being so close to her and hearing her soft cries.

Hell, who am I kidding? I’m ready to come any time Holly looks at me. I’m like a high schooler over here.

I keep moving her back and forth over my cock, angling my hips to press against her clit. She bites her lip and lets out a soft whimper as I push against the bundle of nerves.

“Oh god, Maddox,” she whispers, and her words are my undoing.

I clench my jaw as I control her riding me, forcing myself to hold off until she comes, but I don’t have to wait long.

Holly’s head drops back and her eyes close as her body tightens. Her jaw clenches, holding in any sound until she lets out the tiniest noise as she rides me harder through her orgasm, and I come in my boxers like a goddamn teenager.

I wait until Holly’s breathing evens out before I pull the covers up over her and pull a new pair of boxers from the dresser, thanking God that my mom never made me move all these spare clothes home. The door squeaks when I open it, and I pause, but she doesn’t move. I tiptoe down the stairs, avoiding the spot that creaks, and settle myself on the couch with a throw pillow under my head and a knitted afghan over me.

The family room isn’t exactly the place to spend the night if you want to sleep late, and I’m reminded of this when I crack my eye open to find Mom and Robert sitting in the armchairs across from me with coffee mugs in their hands.

“What time is it?” I groan, rubbing my eyes.

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