Page 68 of Never Your Girl

She continues to squeeze and release my soft flesh. “The truth is the only thing I want from you.”

“I might have thought about it more than once or twice.” Even that’s a lie. I thought about her way more than that. I’ve had a difficult time staying away.

I turn in her arms until I can drink in the sight of her wet hair clinging to her face. She’s so damn beautiful.

Sexy.

The way her eyes have darkened with arousal only intensifies my own desire.

For a long moment, we stare at each other as the air crackles with electricity.

Her hand rises to cup my cheek as her thumb traces my jawline. The tenderness of her touch is my undoing, and I lean in, capturing her lips with my own in a desperate, hungry kiss.

She responds instantly, pressing her naked body flush against mine as her arms wind around my neck and pull me closer. I groan into her mouth as my hands roam down her sides to grip her hips. The kiss deepens and our tongues tangle as two years of pent-up longing and frustration pour out of me.

Everything else falls away. The embarrassment of how I played tonight, my father and what Holland witnessed, along with the reasons I’ve been careful to keep her at arm’s length.

There’s only her soft skin and eager mouth.

She breaks away to nip at my lips and then chin before trailing down the column of my neck, licking and sucking her way along my chest until arriving at my nipple. Her tongue darts out to stroke over the little nub until it stiffens beneath her touch. The scrape of her teeth sets off every nerve ending in my body, making me feel more alive than ever before. She turns her attention to the other one before sliding lower. Her vibrant green eyes spark with a life all their own as they stay fastened to mine and she drops to her knees.

My erection bobs inches from her pouty lips.

“You don’t have to do this,” I force myself to say.

She leans in, pressing a kiss against the tip. “I want to,” she murmurs, her breath hot against my sensitive skin. “Let me make you feel good.”

Before I can offer up one last protest, she takes me into her mouth, and a delicious warmth surrounds me. The velvety softness of her tongue swirls around me, drawing me in deeper until I nudge the back of her throat.

Already, I’m close.

My hands find their way into her wet hair, not guiding, just needing something to hold on to as pleasure floods my system.

Holland slides up and down my shaft with expert precision, her tongue swirling around the head before taking me even deeper. As tempting as it is to close my eyes and enjoy the sweet torment, I can’t bring myself to look away from the expression on her face as her eyes hold mine captive. The way she looks as her cheeks hollow and water runs down her face is so damn erotic.

The sight is almost enough to make me come on the spot.

What I love most is that she’s not tiny and waif-like.

Holland is strong and sexy.

Her confidence on stage turns me on so much.

“Fuck,” I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair.

She hums in response. The vibrations send shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Her hand caresses what she can’t fit in her mouth, twisting on the upstroke in a way that has my toes curling against the shower floor.

She must sense how close I am, because she doubles her efforts, bobbing her head faster as her free hand cups my balls. The coil of tension in my lower abdomen tightens as my release continues to build. When I try to warn her to pull away, she grips my hips firmly to keep me in place.

“Holland, I’m gonna—” I rasp, my voice strained.

She looks up at me through spiky lashes, her eyes dark with intensity. The sight of her, combined with the relentless suction of her mouth, pushes me over the edge. I come with a strangled cry, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over me. The thought of her taking my release deep inside only makes my orgasm more powerful.

Holland swallows down every drop I give her, continuing to work me gently with her tongue until I’m spent. Only then does she press a kiss against my softening cock before rising to her feet.

I pull her against me, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. The fact that I can taste myself on her tongue only fuels the fire burning inside me.

I pull away long enough to murmur, “That was?—”

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