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God, I love being around this woman.
I push back quickly and undo the button on my jeans, shoving them and my boxer briefs down to the floor in one movement.
Holley’s magical green eyes widen as my dick springs free, and the ridiculous man in me takes great pride in the expression.
“You like what you see?” I ask teasingly, and Holley, ever the participant, nods enthusiastically.
“That thing’s like an old-timey warrior’s sword.”
I chuckle, raising my eyebrows as I wait for her to explain.
“Strong. Mighty. Powerful and just in its rebellion against anything that might challenge its owner’s reign.”
“Jesus Christ, Holley,” I say through a smile.
She blushes a little but giggles, and that’s the end of any and all self-control. I sink down between her knees, run my fingers through the center of her to make sure she’s wet enough to handle me, and push my way inside.
Her eyes roll back, fluttering her lashes seductively. I have to bite my lip and steel my spine to stop myself from coming right then like a fucking teenager.
Her tongue sweeps out of her mouth, licking the line of her top lip as I pull out and push back in slowly.
I lean down and take her mouth with my own, the only thing I can do to stop her from making me lose myself before making her come.
I skate my hand up the line of her side so I can grab the column of her throat and use my thumb to tip her chin up even higher toward mine. She wraps her legs around my hips and sinks her nails into my back as she holds on tight.
I break our mouths apart and squeeze at her throat just enough that she opens her eyes so I can look into them.
They’re full of so many things I know she’s got to be seeing in mine. Affection, pleasure, wonder, happiness.
The connection between us is undeniable—both physically and emotionally.
I slow my strokes and move them into rhythm with her breaths. In and out along with the sweet air of her lungs.
She lifts a hand to my throat, dragging the tips of her fingers against the skin just below my jaw almost manically. She’s desperate for release, and as her breathing speeds up, so do my strokes. I hold her eyes relentlessly, begging her to show me her release with all the power of my own, and when she finally falls over the edge of the cliff, it is, without a doubt, the most beautiful moment of sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.
Holley Fields is everything I never gave myself a chance to dream of wanting in my life and then some.
I tumble over the cliff too, dragged by the hold of her hand. It feels so fucking good, my vision tunnels and blurs, and I have to tuck my face into the sweet skin of her neck to stop myself from passing out.
She takes all of my weight as I give it to her, lying there in the sweaty, perfect mess we’ve made for just a minute.
I shift, pulling out of her slowly and settling my elbow into the bed so I can rest my head in my hand, and by the time I complete the movement and look down at her, she looks beyond sleepy, just skating the line between dreamland and reality.
She’s vibrantly comfortable and, perhaps, a touch vulnerable, and it might make me a monster, but I can’t help myself—now that I’ve had her like this, now that I know all the wonderful ways she is, I have to know where the pain in her eyes comes from.
“Holley,” I say softly, squeezing her at her hip just hard enough that she’ll reopen her eyes.
“Mm,” she hums.
“I have to know…where does your pain come from? Did someone hurt you?”
She shakes her head, but I’m only half convinced she even knows what I’m saying.
“Tell me what happened to you, and I swear, Holl, I’ll make sure it never happens again.”
She sighs, her eyes closed, but somehow manages to mumble. “Don’t worry, Jake. I hardly even think about my bastard ex-fiancé Raleigh, his wife Meghan, and their baby anymore.”
Her ex-fiancé? She was engaged to a man who is now married and has a baby?
Holy shit.
My heart lurches at the possibilities of what she could mean, but before I can get clarification, she’s asleep.
“Holley,” I whisper, watching the rise and fall of her chest to make sure I shouldn’t be concerned for her well-being. She curls into me then, throwing a leg over my thighs and smiling a little in her sleep. I pull her tighter into my body and sigh.
And then I chuckle. I swear to God, I’ve never met a weirder woman.
Softly, I brush a strand of fallen hair out of her face and wrap my arms around her.
