Page 45 of Hold Still

I grab her wrist and hold it on my chest. “And you.” I take the plate from her other hand and place it on the table.

“Well, I was only going to drop this off and leave, so I should be going.”

Now that she’s here, literally in my grasp, she’s not going anywhere until we reenact my fantasies from the pool. “Stay.”

She takes in a harsh breath. “No, I really have to go.”

Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, overlapping my thumb and middle finger, I lean to her ear. “Dance with me.”

“There’s no music.”

“McKenna, you’re in the home of a music man.” I drop her hand and pick up my cell. After tapping a few things on the screen, some seductive Puerto Rican music comes over the sound system. “Now this is music. Do you know how to salsa?”

“Not really.”

I teach her the basic steps. Soon, we’re moving in time with the Latin beat, hips swiveling in harmony, my towel flapping against my legs. I twirl her and she bounces around, a big smile across her face. The beats animate my hips as I keep time with the rhythm. When the song ends, another salsa comes on and we continue this way through four more songs.

Huffing, she exclaims, “No more! I need a break!”

I twirl her one last time, then pull her in for a hug. “Thank you.” I move damp hair off her forehead and kiss the space between her eyebrows.

Beside me, she stiffens. Her hand slips down my shoulder. I want her much more compliant than this. Like how I remember her, all wild and freaky.

I kiss her cheek.

“Ozzy,” she says on an exhale.

My next kiss lands on her lips. I move mine over hers in exploration while the playlist changes to a more sultry rhumba. My hands frame her face, thumbs skimming her cheeks.

Angling her head to the side, I deepen the kiss, offering her my tongue. She opens for me and her tongue swirls against mine. Fireworks go off inside my head. My cock stirs to life underneath the towel.

“More,” I growl.

“God.”

I pull back. “Nope. But I’m going to make you see heaven tonight.”

She blinks, then a giggle escapes her luscious mouth. “Does that ever work?”

“Huh?”

Her hand slides down my chest, stopping above my belly button. “Keep your lines for the towel girls, okay?”

I grab her hand and bring it down over my hard cock. “How about this? Do I need to keep this under wraps, too?”

Her fingers curl around my cock so the outline of my erection is clearly visible through the towel. “Well...”

I don’t wait for her to finish her sentence. My arms go around her waist, landing on her ass. Squeezing, I pull her tight against my body.

Her lips latch onto my nipple ring, which causes my balls to tighten against the fabric of the towel. Releasing the ring, she tilts her head up.

Two can play at this game—and win. My fingers reach for the bottom of her shirt and lift it up her body, over her arms and toss it somewhere on the concrete. While the fingers on my left hand play with the generous cup, my right reaches behind her. Ping! Her bra comes undone and it joins her shirt on the ground.

I flick her nipple. “Better. Now we’re both topless.” I bend down—way down—my mouth circling her pebbled nipple over and over. And over. Her back bends so her tit is pushed closer to my mouth. Only then do I close my teeth around it.

“Oh!”

“Like that?” I nip it again.

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