Page 107 of Never Your Girl

I roll the stiff little peaks, playing with them, tugging and teasing them. Her lips part as she presses against me.

How the fuck am I ever going to get enough of this girl?

“Mmmm. I love the way you touch me,” she whispers.

The heavy beat of the music vibrates through my bones as it wraps around us, insulating us in a world of our own.

“I need you.” The admission slips out before I can stop it.

Her eyes soften as she leans up and brushes her lips across mine. Before I’m able to sink into the caress, she pulls away and glances around the dressing room. For the first time, I realize that we’re alone, but it won’t stay that way for long. The couple times I’ve slipped back here, there’s been a bevy of girls getting dressed for a performance or stripping off their makeup.

The lull of activity feels odd.

Holland grabs my hand. “Come on.”

I don’t question where she’s taking me. I just follow. That’s the moment I realize I’d follow her anywhere. I just want to be close to her. Near her. Soak in her presence. She’s the one person who anchors me in reality even when it feels like it’s being blown apart.

With our hands clasped, we head to the back of the dressing room before escaping through a door that leads to a small office. The lock clicks shut behind us so that we’re alone.

The air between us feels thick, charged with unspoken words and feelings.

Before I can say anything, she fists the sweatshirt I’m wearing and draws me closer. Her lips slam into mine. The kiss is fierce, all fire and frustration. My hands move to her waist, gripping her as if she’ll slip through my fingers if I’m not careful. She tastes like vanilla and something I can’t name but never want to forget. When she pulls away, her forehead rests against mine, our breaths mingling together in the small space.

“You drive me insane,” she whispers.

“Good,” I say, my voice low. “Because you’ve been doing the same thing to me for years.”

She laughs softly, and the sound is enough to unravel me. But there’s something else buried beneath it.

Something vulnerable and fragile.

Our tongues tangle and our teeth scrape. Her fingers settle on the waistband of my jeans before popping open the button and lowering the zipper. Seconds later, her hand delves into the cotton of my boxers and wraps around my cock. A groan works its way up from my chest as she slides her palm along my hard length.

“As much as I love that, you’re going to make me come.”

“Isn’t that the name of the game?”

“I’d like to enjoy this for more than two minutes, if you don’t mind.”

With that, I gently pull her hand out of my jeans. Before she can make her next move, I grip her shoulders and force her backward until her ass hits the desk. Desire blazes in her eyes as her breathing quickens.

Unable to resist, I nip at her pouty lips. It’s so tempting to press her onto the flat surface, but that’s not how I want to take her.

Not this time.

I twist her around until her backside is turned to me. My gaze slides down the length of her spine to her nipped-in waist and flare of her hips before arriving at the lushness of her ass.

Holland is all curves.

I slip my hands around her rib cage, the fingertips trailing along her naked flesh until I can cup her breasts, massaging them as I draw closer. What can’t be denied is that we fit together perfectly. Her head falls back until it can rest against my chest, and a sigh of contentment slips free as I press my lips against the slender column of her neck.

“Ready to get fucked?”

Instead of answering, she fires off a question of her own. “Are you ready to fuck me?”

“More than ready.”

“Good. My pussy is so achy for you.”

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