Page 35 of Holding Out

“I want it.”

“You wantwhat?”He was smirking again.

“I want you.”

His eyes got darker.“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to—” She faltered and pulled in a deep breath.“I want you inside me.”

“That’s not what you were going to say,” he scolded.“Say it.”

She didn’t even care anymore.She was beyond feeling self-conscious.“I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s the way.But you know what?You’re not ready yet.”

“I am!I am ready.”

“Nope,” he said.“You know how I can tell?Because you can still form coherent sentences.We have to fix that.”

He began unbuttoning his shirt.She watched, fascinated, as the sides of his shirt fell back, revealing toned pecs and rippled abs that narrowed to a vee before diving under that damn belt.It was by far the best-looking display she’d ever witnessed in person.She didn’t try to touch, though.Not yet.She didn’t want him to stop taking his clothes off.

And he didn’t.He unfastened the belt buckle, and she had to admit, it was sexy to watch him do it.He took his time, drawing back the end, pulling the length of leather slowly from the loops of his pants so it hissed across the fabric.Her gaze hopped from the tease of that display to the action under his fly.His pants weren’t keeping his secrets.

He unbuttoned them, and slid the zipper down, dropping them to the floor.

Boxer briefs.With an impressive bulge in them.Her hand involuntarily flew out to grab, and this time, he didn’t stop her.She wrapped her hand around him and squeezed, and he jumped under her touch, warm and so, so hard.And big.Damn.Step aside, Jondalar.

When she let go, he eased the waistband of his briefs over the slick, dark red head of his cock, and replaced her hand with his.One long, tight stroke, skin-to-skin, from base to tip, while she watched and her pussy pulsed in sympathy and need.

“Soon,” he promised.“Almost.”

He crossed the room—hey, nowthatwas a nice view—and came back with a condom.

She held out a hand.“Let me.I haven’t ever.So, it’s part of the V-cardpackagedeal, don’t you think?”

He laughed at her negotiation, but surprised her by turning the packet over to her.She tore the foil, set the disk against the drop of moisture that had formed on his taut head, held the tip, and rolled it down.“Like a pro,” she teased, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Indeed,” he said, his voice rough.

She leaned back on the bed, opened her knees and pulled them up.“I’m right here,” she said.

The look in his eyes was so raw and hot that for a split second she thought the power balance had shifted.She thought she might actually see Griff Ambrose lose control.And it was about the sexiest thing she could imagine.

But then he crawled over her, took himself in hand, and began using the tip of his cock to tease her.First, he nudged it against her opening, which made her clench involuntarily and try to bear down on him.Then he stroked the swollen head up to her clit and drew ever-tightening circles until she was panting again like she had been a few minutes earlier.He stroked his length through her lips, gliding on her wetness, while he bent his head to suck her nipples, and her clit felt raw and huge.

The tension in her belly drew and coiled until it was almost painful.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said conversationally.“I bet the guy in your book had a more romantic way of saying it, but I don’t give a flying fuck because I’m the one between your legs, and that’s what I’m going to do to you.”

What he did, though, didn’t feel like fucking.It felt like—

Oh,God,it felt so good.

Just the head.Which, even that, was such a powerful stretch.Her heart was pounding and she kept thinking,This is it!I’m not a virgin anymore!

Her body was tightening around him, which was sending more sensation toward her clit and her ass and her nipples.He eased in a little more, and a little bit more.She kept waiting for it to hurt, but it didn’t.It just feltgood.

He bent again and took a nipple in his mouth.Sucked, flicked, licked.

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