Page 45 of Impromptu Match

I went still. “What do you mean?”

He huffed in embarrassment. “Saying that stuff about your balls. And the wrestlers. I guess… for some reason, I don’t really have a filter around you.”

“I don’t mind,” I said quickly, my voice hoarse. “I… um, liked it.”

We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. Holt was wearing smoky black eye shadow again, but it had smudged at some point. His hair was still a little messy from my grasping hands earlier, when he’d been on top of me on the couch. My belly dipped as I remembered it, and I didn’t know if he saw it in my face or felt the bolt of arousal that shot through me, but his eyes darkened.

In the next instant, we were kissing feverishly. It was like we couldn’t stay away from each other. A helpless moan left me, vibrating into his mouth, and he seemed to like it because he moaned too and plunged his tongue deeper.

My back hit the door with a thud, my head cushioned by Holt’s long fingers threaded through my hair. For a moment, I wondered how much Seb could hear from out there with his werewolf ears, but then Holt’s long, lean body was pressed up against my front, and I decided I didn’t care.

The inside of my boxer briefs felt crusty and very uncomfortable as my cock started firming up for the millionth time tonight. But again, I didn’t care. Holt’s tongue was in my mouth. His fingers were gripping my hair tight, pulling it just a little, making me shiver and moan again as I clutched his back through his suit.

Feeling unusually bold, I slid my hands down to his ass and squeezed it, pulling his hips flush against mine. Holt’s breathless groan against my mouth was garbled. He rolled his hips forward as he kissed me, rubbing his cock against my groin.

I was already panting against his mouth, hands trembling as I burrowed them between us and fumbled with his fly. I wanted to touch his cock. I wanted to get on my knees and make sure my dicksucking muscles still worked. Holt had said I had a nice mouth—I was hoping that hadn’t just been drunken rambling. It didn’t seem like it, going by how desperately he was thrusting his tongue into it.

I managed to pop the button, but then Holt was shuddering and tearing his mouth from mine, breathing hard.

“W-wait, I need to… let you process.”

“I’ve processed,” I insisted breathlessly, chasing his mouth. “Lizard Granny. Orcs. Sexy nun incubi. I’m up to speed. I’m all good.”

He groaned helplessly into my mouth as I kissed him again, panting against his lips, back to fumbling with his fly.

“T-Taylor.” He broke the kiss, sliding his hands around to cup my face. He sighed. “I’m a self-indulgent guy. I basically just do what I want most of the time. But I’m pretty sure I’d hate myself if we… did anything else and then you woke up tomorrow freaking out about all of it.”

“I’m not going to freak out about it,” I protested, but deep down, I wasn’t so sure. Not about having sex with Holt. But the rest.

Holt gave me a tiny, resigned smile. “I’m not human, Taylor. You only found that out a couple hours ago. And I didn’t give you any time to process it before I was giving you a handie through your jeans.”

“I loved the handie,” I croaked, my dick twitching as I remembered it.

“Me too.” He smiled and dropped his hands from my face. “But the last twenty-four hours have been… intense. You should at least sleep on it all.”

I knew he was right. And I also really didn’t like the thought of him worrying that I’d regret it if we did have sex right now. At the same time, I really, really wanted to find out what piercing he had on his junk.

“Okay,” I said in a small voice. It wasn’t like I was going to whine and try to guilt him into having sex with me tonight when he’d made up his mind. That would be wrong.

“Okay,” he echoed, already looking like he was regretting his decision as his gaze dropped to my mouth. I licked my lips reflexively and saw his pink eyes flare, his pupils expanding.

With great effort, he stepped back. “I’ll get Seb to follow you home. You look really tired.”

I flushed, resisting the urge to rub at the dark shadows under my eyes. “He doesn’t have to do that.”

“He won’t mind.” Holt brushed past me and opened the door. I followed him out to see Seb already back in his human form—skin—which meant he’d probably heard all of that. He was putting his socks and shoes back on as he glanced up at us.

“It’s no problem.” He stood and adjusted his shirt cuffs under his suit jacket. It was strange to see his human features again—the short brown hair and square jaw and brown eyes.

He’d just been a giant wolfman, casually doing a crossword on the couch.

I went light-headed again. Okay, Holt was right, I definitely needed to process this all properly. As Seb started making his way to the door, I turned to give Holt a tiny smile.

“Okay, so I’ll… see you.”

He nodded quickly. “Don’t forgot about the card. If you want to call or text to, um, talk things through. If you have any questions or whatever.”

“Thanks.” I hesitated, desperate to kiss him again, but he’d been clear in his stance on that. He was trying to do the right thing by giving me time to come to terms with everything I’d learned.

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