“Holly.”
Then she tucks her head and exhales, the warm breath caresses the newly exposed skin of my neck. My dick takes instant notice of the current situation.
Fuck.
Like she needs me getting turned on right now.
Jesus. And she thought I was an asshole for being sarcastic.
I shift her slightly.
“Talk,” I say.
She sighs again. She’s silent for so long, I think she’s going to ignore me. The only reason I know she’s still awake is her fingers are still doing their mind-blowing magic on my abs.
When she does finally start talking, her voice is soft, her words slow. Her tone . . .
I don’t know how to describe it other than small.
It’s almost like what she’s saying is so important to her, so delicate, she’s tucked it away into a tiny package.
“I want to be a mother. More importantly, I want to adopt from the foster care system. I’ve been through the training, had my home study and had everything approved and now I’m just waiting for kids. My case worker had submitted me for this amazing sibling group and things were looking good.” There’s another pause. Another deeper sigh. “But then their case worker found a married couple who is interested and they’re getting the kids.”
“I don’t understand. You were in line first?”
She releases a humorless chuckle. “It doesn’t really work like that. Married couples always trump a single mom. A loving, two-parent home is the preference for any child.”
“Even a child who is stuck in a system moving from one stranger’s house to the next?”
“Sometimes even then.”
“That is asinine.”
“Well, I can’t do anything about the way the system works. Now I just have to wait for some other kids and hope I get approved for them.”
“Unless another married couple shows up?”
“Yeah, unless that.”
“So you need a husband.”
“I tried that once. It didn’t work.”
“I’ll marry you. Then you can get whichever kids you want.” I don’t even know what I’m saying. The words just come out of my mouth.
Because, fuck it, this is Holly.
Right now, in this moment, I would do anything for her. Anything to make her not sad.
She looks up at me then and her entire face is full of wonder and disbelief. Like when a child sees the moon for the first time. I’m just about to ask her what she’s thinking when she cups my face and kisses me.
I still for a moment because I’m not sure if this is a mistake. If she’s going to pull back from me with apologies or if it’s meant as a sweet thank-you. But then her tongue slides across my bottom lip and it is all the invitation I need. I growl into her mouth as I slant mine and devour her. The way I’ve been wanting to. The way I’ve been fantasizing about every time I fist my cock in the shower.
She shifts herself on my lap, straddling me, her yoga pants bringing her hot core right against the ridge of my now full-blown erection. She arches and her breasts press against my chest.
Our kiss is wild, all tongues and teeth and lips. Like she’s been wanting me the way I’ve been wanting her. Which doesn’t make any sense. But until she pushes me away, I’m going to kiss her.
I grip her hip with my left hand while I slide my right hand up her torso until my fingers rest right beneath the rise of her breast. My hands are so big, it will take barely any movement for me to scrape a finger across her nipple. So I do. Because if she wants me to stop, she’ll tell me. Holly isn’t a shy woman.
