Page 139 of Holding On To Good

It would break her.

She wanted it hot and hard and so fast, she wouldn’t have time to think.

Just because she was here, in the open and the light, didn’t mean she had to give him everything she had. Everything she was.

But she would. She’d give him whatever he wanted, however much he demanded if he kept touching her like that, his hands smoothing over her upper back, his fingers trailing lightly along her skin, like she was something precious and delicate. If he kissed her slow and deep, like she was something special.

She nipped his lower lip, triumph surging when a low growl ripped from his throat. He stabbed his hands in her hair, his fingers tightening on her scalp as their kiss turned carnal. Basic and frenzied.

Riding that frenzy, she shoved his shirt up, breaking the kiss only long enough for him to yank it over his head. Mouths fused together again, she rubbed her nipples against his chest then worked her hands between them. Smoothed her fingers over the coarse hair covering his pecs. Followed that trail of hair as it tapered between his rib cage, thinning and softening as it led to his belly button. He quivered under her touch and she dipped her hand lower, a quick brush of her knuckles against his stomach along the waistband of his jeans.

He sucked in a breath and she did it again, this time scraping her nails along the same path before working the button of his jeans free. Tugging down the zipper.

Breaking the kiss, Urban held her wrist, stopping her hand from exploring farther. “Willow…” He exhaled raggedly, his fingers on her wrist tense. “We have all night.”

They might, technically, have all night, but she couldn’t think in terms of nights or hours or even minutes. What they had, all they had, was here and now, this moment, these seconds.

She wasn’t delusional. Had enough self-awareness to realize that when this moment ended, after these seconds had ticked by, real life would return.

And with it, the consequences of letting this happen.

Slowing down wouldn’t delay the inevitable. It would give her time to think. Time for those doubts and fears she was trying so hard to keep at bay to surge forward.

Her fingers curled in his hold. There was something building inside of her, something other than desire, something more than lust, bigger and more powerful and infinitely more frightening. And the only way she could beat it, the only way she could possibly survive it, was to let her desire for Urban take control.

“I want you,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady.

At her words, his grip loosened and she cupped his cock through his boxers.

He pushed himself farther into her hand.

“I want you right here,” she continued, rubbing her palm along his hard length. “Right now.” Tugging free of his hold, she shoved his jeans down to his knees then did the same with his boxers. His cock curved toward his belly, thick and erect, the broad head glistening. “Hard. Fast.”

She wrapped her fingers around him and spread the moisture around the head of his cock with her thumb.

His hips jerked and he yanked her to him and kissed her voraciously. She melted against him, lost herself in the kiss, any thoughts of tomorrow, any doubts shoved aside, replaced with the needs of her body.

Their movements turned frantic. He kissed her cheeks, along the underside of her jaw, pressed his mouth to the sensitive spot below her ear as he toed off his shoes, hopped on one foot then the other, and kicked free of his clothes. Then he slapped both hands against the wall on each side of her head.

“Condoms…” he ground out, sounding very unlike himself and wasn’t that a thrill, hearing him sound so different? Seeing him this way, his face set with desire, his breathing heavy and uneven, his body vibrating with the effort it took him not to touch her? The proof of how much he wanted her poking her lower belly, hard and insistent. “Upstairs…”

She shook her head. “My jeans… front pocket…”

He practically dove for her jeans, riffled through the pockets and straightened a moment later with a condom held triumphantly between his thumb and forefinger.

She watched, mesmerized, maybe even a little stupefied, held in the breathless lock of anticipation’s grasp as he tore the wrapper open with his teeth, took out the condom and rolled it down his length.

Then he set one hand on her waist, holding her steady while he took his cock in his other hand and guided it to her opening. He stayed there, the tip at her center, hot and sleek, for one breath. Then two.

Teasing her. Tempting her.

Then finally, finally, filling her with a slow thrust so purposeful and deep, it lifted her to her toes.

She clutched his shoulders for balance. To ground herself. Afraid if she didn’t, her body would explode into a million pieces and scatter, just from the feel of him so deep inside her.

Afraid her heart already had.

He lifted her thighs, wrapped them around his waist and stepped even closer, trapping her between his big body and the wall, and began to move, still with those same slow, deep strokes. Pleasure built again, a steady hum along her skin, a growing pressure in her core, but relief remained just out of her grasp.

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