Page 49 of Fierce Love
The rest of me doesn’t care what that part of my brain thinks.
She’shere. For weeks—hell, maybe years—I’ve dreamed of this moment, where she’d come willingly into my arms. There are no brakes. I’m full throttle to the finish line.
I shift the edge of her panties to get better access to the bundle of nerves that’ll have her panting and clinging and finally crying out my name. God, I used to love hearing her beg for more, the release, the connection.
When I dip my fingers inside her, making them slick with her need, she breaks the kiss and presses her forehead to mine, her breaths coming quick. Her nails dig into my arm, and these tiny sounds of desire keep passing over her lips, as though she’s never wanted anything more than my hand in her panties, my fingers rotating slow, firm circles right where she wants them most.
It takes a herculean effort to keep the pressure steady and not rushed, to keep my mind focused on her and not on the overwhelming urge to drop my pants and let my cock seek her heat, delving into her sweetness once again.
“Oh god. Oh, Nate.” The words are garbled, and she’s clutching on to me like I’m a lifeline. “Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Please,” she whimpers, “please don’t stop.”
I scan her expression, so turned on by how into this she is. Giving Hollyn pleasure is a drug I’ll seek forever.
“I’m…” Her head tips back, her auburn hair cascading down her back, and as she lets out a little cry, I slide my fingers inside her, feeling her squeeze around me as I pump in and out of her in slow, leisurely strokes.
Watching her come brings me an immense rush of accomplishment, as though I just won an Olympic medal. As soon as she starts to return to earth, all I want to do is create that rocket ship for her again.
“That was—” Hollyn starts to say.
Knuckles rap on my door, and Hollyn is off the desk like a shot, fixing her panties, tugging down her skirt, and I’m adjusting myself, already realizing I’m going to need to sit behind the desk.
“Nate, are you still here?” Posey says from the other side of the door, and the handle jiggles. Thankfully, whenever I close the door, it automatically locks to anyone coming in.
“One moment,” I call. “Just finishing a meeting with Hollyn. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Hollyn’s wide eyes meet mine as I round my desk, rotating a stapler and some papers back into place. I gesture to the chair behind her to get her to sit and act normal, but she puts her head in her hands instead, not sitting.
And there’s the regret. Which, if I’d been capable of thinking with the right head, I would have seen coming. Her sudden acquiescence should have been a red flag.
“Hols,” I say, my tone gentle.
“What was I thinking?” she whispers.
“I don’t think we were,” I say. The only thing I was thinking about was how fucking good she felt, how incredible she smelled, how her whimper still sneaks into my dreams some nights, soaking my sheets.
“We’re in your office, and we work together,” Hollyn says. “We aren’t teenagers who can’t control ourselves.”
I mean, apparently, we are, but I’m not agreeing with or denying her statement.
The only good news about her obvious horror and disbelief over getting off in my office while people are in the building is that my raging erection has been reduced to the normal semialert “Hollyn has entered the room” position.
“Don’t overthink it,” I say, “there’s no point—it happened, and we move on.” I flick off my computer and brace my hands on the desk. “I need to talk to Posey, and then I’ll drop you off at the apartment while I pick up Kin. She can train with Maren, Brice,and the team before we fly out. After practice, she can shower on the plane.”
“There’s ashoweron the plane?”
“On the one we’re taking, yes. It’s new.” Purchased by my father, who is in league with King Alexander in trying to lure a professional sports team to the island. The latest bid is for a professional ice hockey team that needs new owners or a new home.
“I’m having second thoughts,” she says, twirling the bracelet on her wrist.
“No need,” I say. “The plane is huge, the apartment building is even bigger, and the suite at the stadium will be packed with people. IfI’myour second thought, you can tuck it back where it belongs.”
“I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.”
“If I don’t have to watch my words around you, you don’t need to manage my emotions or expectations. I’m an adult. Deal?”
“You really think this trip is a good idea after what just happened?”
“I’ll find Posey,” I say, rounding the desk and grabbing the door. “Make sure you’re ready to go when I’m done.”
