Page 48 of Knot what I want for Christmas
“You would?” she squeaks, her honey scent spiraling in the air – so sweet, so delicious.
“Very much so,” I tell her. “If you’d let me.”
“I’d let you,” she whispers, her pupils darkening.
I want to kiss her now, but there’s a horse between us. I walk round to the front of Bonnie, duck under her neck, and come to stand in front of Hollie. She peers up, her head tipping right back.
“Can I kiss you now?” I ask her.
“Will Clay mind?” she says a little shyly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how it works with packs.”
“In packs we share. We share everything. Clay won’t mind me kissing you, Hollie, as long as it’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want,” she whispers.
I reach out and take a hold of her fingers in my hand, and for a moment I just stroke my thumb over her knuckles. Even just that simple gesture has everything in my body tingling, and I think it has the same effect on her too.
I take a step toward her, pulling her toward me as I do. She comes willingly into my arms and I wrap them around her waist.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I met you, Hollie Bright,” I tell her.
“Because you’re a hopeless romantic and fall in love with every woman you meet,” she says, with a hint of a smile. She’s teasing me.
“No,” I say, deadly serious. “Because you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
And then I lean down and I kiss her. And God, the woman tastes so sweet, I get a rush to the head. I groan, pulling her right up against me, feeling how soft and supple her body is against mine.
I kiss her like a girl ought to be kissed – deep, passionate, slow.
And she kisses me back, sighing into my mouth with such sweetness it has my knees almost buckling.
She reaches up, entwines her arms around my neck, and drags me down, kissing me with even more urgency. Beside us, the horse huffs and stomps her hooves, but we both ignore her, too wrapped up in each other.
I usually pride myself on being a gentleman, but Hollie Bright does things to me I can’t explain. I can’t help myself. I slide my hands from her waist and take a grip of her fine ass, squeezing it between my palms. She gives a little whimper, and the next thing I know, I’m walking her backwards until she hits the stable wall, and I’m grinding into her as I kiss her needy mouth, my tongue brushing up against hers.
And to my immense satisfaction, she grinds right back against me, whimpering this time, and the scent of something sweet permeating the air.
Slick. Is that slick?
Fuck. I’m making her slick.
“Hollie,” I groan into her mouth, and then I’m kissing along her jaw to the shell of her ear. I swirl my tongue around it, whispering her name again, and then I’m sucking on her neck, sucking as I grind into her, lifting her leg and wrapping it around my waist so that I can grind right into where she needs me the most, where I bet she’s throbbing.
“Oh God!” she mutters as I slide her sweater down her shoulder, my mouth following along, kissing the skin there and then lower, over her collarbone and her ribcage to the swell of her breasts.
“You smell so sweet, Omega,” I tell her. “And you taste even sweeter. I bet you taste, frankly, obscene between your legs.”
“Oh my goodness,” she squeals. “Where did you learn to speak like that? Not in any Jane Austen book.”
“Just saying what I feel,” I say, running my hands up her ass, her hips, squeezing her waist. Fuck, she feels so good – all of her.
Her hands are in my hair, and she’s scraping her nails against my scalp. The action sends me kind of feral.
I kiss her again, grinding into her more powerfully, seeing how it makes her legs shake.
She’s so sensitive – every little touch, every brush of my lips has her moaning, whimpering, shivering in my arms. I wonder how long it’s been since she’s been touched, since she’s been kissed, since she’s been pleasured. And oh fuck, this woman deserves to be pleasured. I want to pleasure her over and over and over again.
I bring my mouth back to her ear.
