Page 56 of Fierce Love
“I’ll never complain about having more of you,” I say, cupping her cheek and kissing her, long and deep. “Right now, I’m the luckiest man alive.” Then I kiss along her neck, in the spot behind her ear that used to make her moan, and she clutches at me, tries to wiggle closer.
“Please, Nate,” she gasps.
“Hearing you say my name like that—I fucking love it.” I drop to my knees again because I know what she wants, what she needs. At the first taste of her on my tongue, I groan. “Just like I remember. You taste so fucking good,” I mutter, and then I press the flat of my tongue against her most sensitive area. I swirl and lick, the way she likes to be brought to the edge coming back to me in fractured memories.
“Oh, Nate,” she breathes out, rocking against me. “Oh god, yes.”
Then she’s arching into my tongue, crying out so loudly that I have a brief moment of worry that she’ll wake the girls in the next apartment. I lap her up, loving the feel of her contracting in pleasure. And then I kiss a line up her body, not sure if I’ll get another freak-out or she’ll be completely okay with her choice this time.
“I want to feel you,” she murmurs, drawing me into a kiss. “I want to feel all of you.”
“I have—” I start to say, keenly aware of what she used to need.
“I have an IUD. Please,” she says, her voice needy. “I just want to feel you.” She slips her hand down the waist of my sweats, and I let out a strangled noise at the contact.
“Are you sure?” I ask as she’s pushing my sweats down with one hand while her other hand has a firm and assured grip as she works the length of me.
“Yes,” she says, guiding me toward her entrance. “Are you?”
“Never been more sure of anything.”
And we both watch as I enter her, and when I glance at her, double-checking that this is actually okay, she puts both her hands on my ass, drawing me deeper. I close my eyes against the sensation of her warm, wet heat. Bare like this is a first for me, but I can’t say that, can’t make this more than she’s willing to let it be.
I open my eyes to watch my cock slide in and out, and then I wrap my arms around her, tilting her a little more off the table, so I can get deeper. She gasps and then moans at the tight fit. I sneak one hand between us, and I use my thumb to draw circles over her clit, seeing if I can drive her to a second orgasm.
She clutches on to me, and I kiss her, angling my head to keep us as connected as possible. Her breasts brush against my chest, and I press kisses along her neck.
“You feel so good,” I murmur into her ear, licking her earlobe. “I never want to be anywhere but here.”
“Nate,” she cries, need in her voice, “I think I’m going to come again.”
“Not yet,” I say, slowing the swirl of my thumb. “We’re coming together this time.”
Then I shift us so I can brush against her with each thrust, so that each time I get closer, so does she.
“I don’t know…” She shakes her head, clearly in the throws of passion. “I don’t know…”
“Hold on for me, Hols. Be a good girl and hold on for me.”
She whimpers into my ear, and I draw her so tight, we’re doing little more than rocking together, the table banging into the wall with each movement.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please.”
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter as everything inside me tightens. “Come for me, Hols.”
She cries out, and I push as deep as I can as my orgasm rushes out of me, the two of us coming hard together.
I get a warm cloth from the bathroom, and I press it between Hollyn’s legs, sweeping up the mess we caused. Even as I wash her, taking care to be as gentle as I can, I want more. Hollyn’s always been a drug, and being with her like this is a complete and total relapse.
When she slips her negligee over her head again, I try to draw her into the bedroom.
“I should go back,” she says. “I’m not just responsible for Kinsley on this trip.”
I scan her face, trying to figure out if this was anything other than her trying to scratch an itch. Accusing her of that won’t get me far, but I’m also not sure where else to step.
“I can’t just forget this happened,” I say, trying to tread lightly. “I don’t want to.”
She bites her lip and seems to think for a minute before responding. “When the TV show is over, I’m still going back to New York. No matter what.”
