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My hands disappear under her dress, digging into supple flesh while I let her adjust. My thumb finds her clit, slowly circling, and I watch her glazed eyes darken until they’re no longer focused.
Her wetness seeps onto my thighs.
“Tell me the truth, Hollywood. That first day you saw me, did you think my cock would feel as good as this?” My words rasp like I’ve been dragged over hot coals.
She shakes her head.
“Because I never dreamed your pussy to be like this.”
Lashes bat at me. “Good?”
“No. Not good. Fuckingincredible.”
Challenge flashes in her eyes. “Yeah? How ’bout when I do this?”
A roll of her hips sends bolts of pressure shooting up my spine. “Ah,fuuck.Yes.”
Blunt nails rake over my skin as she starts up a slow, steady rocking that almost strangles my cock.
“So tight,” I grit out.
“And this?” She leans down, hands splayed across my chest, and her mouth finds mine.
Our tongues tangle. Her kiss is hungry and needy.
I spin us around, and my forearms act as a bracket toprotect her from the hardwood floor. Her legs wrap around me, and that’s all it takes for me to fuck her hard, driving inside her while my name drops from her lips over and over.
It’s what I need. What she needs.
And when her eyes lock on mine and her body spasms, I’m done for. I spill into her, my cock jerking with every clench of her pussy until I collapse.
We stay silent, staring up at the ceiling. I lived in this house for years, and I don’t think I’ve ever looked up before. I grin into the twilight evening. I’ve never had sex on the hall floor either.
A profound sense of peace washes over me. Perhaps my ghosts have been “laid” to rest in more ways than one.
Next to me, Holiday lets out a deep, relaxing sigh. When I pull her into me, she fits so perfectly against my side that I’m immediately hit with the realization that this is all temporary. And I’m not sure how I feel about it.
There’s saltiness to her skin when my lips press against her damp temple. “What are we going to do when you leave?”
She stays silent, and all I hear is the soft rise and fall of our breathing as we watch the wall where shadows of our fingers entwine.
“I’m not leaving today. Or tomorrow. And when the time comes, we’ll figure it out.”
“How long have we got?”
“Four months.”
“Better make the most of it then,” I reply, tugging her under me again.
My mouth finds hers.
I’m not prepared to lose a second.
CHAPTER 19
Holiday
Lando is true to his word.
