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She wasn’t sure what to say, so she went with the obvious. “Wow.”
“You poured my coffee in the café and I was lost. And watching you walk?” He whistled. “Lost my mind.”
For some reason the idea of that made her laugh. “I’m pretty good with coffee.”
“I’d say.”
She jumped right to the part that mattered. To the words spinning in her head that she was so desperate to say. “I want you, too.”
He stared at her, with his gaze searching her face. His eyes softened and that sweet smile continued to play on his lips. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
He mumbled something about timing. “Maybe we should wait until—”
Absolutely not. “What? Bodies stop dropping? I’m not sure when that will be.”
He shifted a little, turned to face her head-on. “We’re going to get this figured out and keep you safe.”
With every sentence they emotionally moved further apart. He didn’t get her concerns or where her mind had gone. “I’m not worried about me right now. I’m sick about what happened, but every second you sit here a new feeling inches its way in.”
“Describe it.”
The words wouldn’t come. She couldn’t think of one big enough. “Desire. I don’t know what else you’d call it.”
“Maybe I should just kiss you and we’ll work on definitions later.”
About time. “Yes.”
She expected him to lean over and start with a gentle kiss. Not Holt. He lifted her, turned her. She moved through the air and when she landed she straddled his lap with a knee on either side of his hips.
Before she could catch her breath and before the room stopped spinning, his mouth covered hers. It was a kiss filled with hunger. A promise of the night to come. Her vision blurred and her fingers dug into his shoulders through his T-shirt. She held on as the world whipped around them.
His lips crossed over hers, coaxing and exploring. He’d deepen the kiss until her breathing kicked up and her heartbeat raced; then he’d gentle it. Every move and shift had her mentally begging for more. And when his mouth kissed in a trail down her neck, then up to that small dip at the base of her ear, her control evaporated.
Forget being smart. Forget the danger and the worries. She wanted this—him—right now. Just the two of them. Not about rescue or protection. About attraction flipping around wildly and out of control. About a welling inside her and a thirst that needed to be quenched.
The room tilted as his arm wrapped tighter around her and his palm balanced against her lower back. One minute she was on his lap, kissing as she felt his body reacting to her closeness. The next, her back hit the mattress and a hundred eighty pounds of pure hot male moved over her.
She welcomed his weight. From this position she could trace those pronounced cheekbones and see the bits of brown in those near-black eyes.
Her fingertips traveled over his shoulders. When she couldn’t take even the small barrier of his clothes between them one more second, she reached down and stripped the tee off him. Up his torso and gone. Then her hands touched skin. She almost sighed.
Her fingers skimmed old scars. Battle wounds. She learned every angle and line of his chest and back, and he didn’t do anything to stop her. His groan cheered her on. And when her hands came to rest on the elastic waist of his boxers, he lifted his hips, as if urging her to go on.
She’d just decided to dive in when she felt his hands move. Fingers slipped up her waist, under her top. The flimsy cotton proved no match for his strong hands. He had the material bunched up around her neck and then off.
Then his mouth was on her. Licking and kissing. One breast, then the other. Every nerve ending snapped to life. With each pass of his tongue, her hips lifted higher off the mattress to flatten against his erection. He had her thrashing on the bed, her head shifting side to side.
The mix of his mouth and his hands set her whole body on fire. When his hand dipped into her pajama shorts, past her underwear to settle on her heat, she nearly jumped. He was an expert at everything, and this proved to be no exception.
He caressed and her legs tightened against his hips. She wanted him touching her, inside her. She slid her hand down the front of his briefs and cupped his erection. Her fingers moved over him, testing his length, and he groaned in response.
When he lifted off her, she grabbed for his arm, trying to pull him back. “Holt?”
“Condom.” He didn’t go far. Just to the dresser near the door.
She saw him pick something up. As he got closer, she recognized the packet. “You had it in my room?”
“In my hand when I came in.” He shot her the sexiest smile. “I was hopeful.”
