Page 15 of Holiday Intercepted
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “I don’t know,” I answeredhonestly.
He nodded, his eyes examining my face, searching for an answer that I didn’t quite know yet myself. “Do you want me to act on mine?” he asked, his voice growing quieter and moreintense.
God, yes.Silence ticked between us. I licked my lips and nodded. Just one quick jerk of myhead.
He barely let me nod before he tangled his fingers into my hair and tugged my lips up to meet his. His tongue slanted into my mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw, hungry passion that promised a wild, sweaty night to come. I sank deeper into the kiss, moaning as he backed me against the wall, my back slamming into it as he bent, gripping the backs of my thighs and hoisting me onto his hips like I weighed no more than a feather. I dove my fingers into his wavy, tussled hair and tugged, wrapping the silky strands around myfingers.
He tore his mouth away from mine, each of us panting, breathless and locked into a frozen momenttogether.
Taylor’s eyes darkened, dilating, and they were trained onto me. His jaw tightened, his mouth settling into a hard, thin line. “What about Dave?” he asked, his voice grim. “I don’t want to mess somethingup—”
I shook my head. Coach Bolton was sweet. And handsome. And he will make some woman so very happy… but that woman wasn’t me. The whole night, I was pulling teeth to find topics to chat about. And if I was being honest, I found myself wishing I could have spent more time talking with Taylor. But of course, I didn’t say all that. Instead, I just answered, “Dave and I are justfriends.”
“Does he knowthat?”
“After tonight, it was prettyobvious.”
His breathing grew heavier and I could see it, hear it, feel it against my body. It was like a feather stroking along my already heightened nerve endings and I shivered, feeling the potency of our urgency and need down to my verybones.
“Come back to my Airbnb with me,” he said. “Spend the night withme.”
I blinked, a grin overtaking my mouth because he didn’t realize yet how funny that was. “Yes,” I answered him. I could honestly say without a doubt that I would be spending the night at his—or my—Airbnb.
