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“Fuck me, LJ,” she said, eliciting a rumble from him.
He shook his head. “No, Holly, not now. Not like this. You’re sore. You’re bruised for fuck’s sake,” he said, pointing to a purple mark where her hip peeked out from her jeans.
“I’m fine, LJ. Pretty sure a good, hard orgasm will cure any soreness I might be experiencing.”
His knuckles blanched. “I’m riding the line right now, sugar. Trust me, you don’t want me this way. I’ll be rough as fuck.”
Holly’s heart rate skyrocketed, and she soaked her panties. That was exactly how she wanted him. Hard enough to erase both their memories of the day. Right before his eyes, her nipples hardened to points nearly painful with need. With his gaze locked on her breasts, there was no way he missed it. No way the effect his words had went unnoticed.
A war waged in his eyes. One Holly vowed to win.
Something somewhere along the line had damaged this big beautiful man, and Holly couldn’t stem the desire to wrap him in her arms and promise nothing would hurt him ever again.
But she couldn’t do that, because someone was gunning for his family and she had no idea what the outcome would be.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
IF HE MADE it through the next five minutes without succumbing to the most tempting offer he’d ever been given, LJ should be nominated for sainthood.
Holly stood before him with those juicy tits just two feet from his mouth. All he had to do was lean forward, take one in between his lips, and he knew, he just knew all the shit of the day would wash away.
He also knew he’d lose control in a different way and have Holly bent over the couch stuffed full of his thick cock while he pounded her like some kind of wild beast. “Holly, please,” he said on a groan. “You keep pushing this, and it’s gonna go somewhere you’re not prepared for.”
One blonde eyebrow rose, and she propped a hand on her luscious hip, cocking it to the side. Of fucking course it made her tits jiggle and nearly had him shooting his load without so much as a whiff of air against his cock. The damn thing screamed to be set free, so goddamned hard, it nearly punched its way out of his jeans.
Her coy smile only made his dick harder. “Oh, I think it’s going to go exactly where I want it to,” she said as she slid her hand down the front of her jeans.
Where the hell had this seductress come from and what had she done with his sweet Holly?
“He fucking bruised you, Holly. Put his goddamn filthy hands on you.” With each word he spoke the need to erase the other man’s touch from her body grew stronger. He wanted to fuck her so hard, the memory of any man before him, or promise of any after him would cease to exist. He wanted her screaming his name until her voice grew raw and her world consisted of nothing but his hands, his cock, his mouth.
And it’d be the same for him. Hell, she’d already eclipsed any woman he’d ever had. She did that the first time he kissed her.
“Which is exactly why I need your touch. Need you filling me up. Make it all go away, LJ.” She coasted her hands back up her body, cupping her tits. They overflowed her hands and made his mouth water. “Take me, LJ. I’m yours.”
Even after what she’d witnessed in the car, she not only wanted him, she demanded him. “For fuck’s sake,” he whispered, staring up at the ceiling. “Give me fucking strength.”
“You already have strength. More than your fair share. And I love when you use it on me—oh!”
His arm snaked out, curling around her waist and dragging her forward in one swift move. Before Holly had the chance to react, his mouth was full of her gorgeous tits. He kissed, sucked, licked, and bit until she was a quivering mess in his arms. Her hands gripped his head, guiding him from left to right, wherever her need was greatest.
“Please, LJ,” she said on a moan.
Christ, she tasted so good.
“Fuck,” he said. He sunk his teeth into the flesh of her tit, hard. “Beg me again.”
She gasped. “Oh, my God. Please. Please. Please. Forget the rest, and just fuck me. As hard as you warned me you would. Please, LJ, just go crazy.”
So much for fucking sainthood.
LJ shot to his feet so fast, he almost knocked Holly clear over. Instead, he snagged her around the waist and dragged her toward the end of the couch. Standing behind her, he grabbed her hair and yanked her head to the side. The curve of her neck was a particularly sensitive spot for her, and her reaction to his tongue dragging up the column of her throat didn’t disappoint.
