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Oh baby, this is real.”
The whole time he sings I can barely contain my emotions. Everything I’ve put into avoiding him, to keeping him at arm’s length, is ripped away.
It’s only me, him, and the sound of his voice wrapping around us in this tiny room. There’s no denying this anymore.
As his voice fades and the last notes of the piano linger in the air, we look at each other, there’s so little distance between us.
My eyes flick down to his lips, and his breath catches. He presses a warm hand to my cheek, fingers tangling in my hair.
Neither of us moves, only a breath between us waiting for the other to make the first move.
I know I’ll have to be the one to close the distance. Getting to know him, only to avoid him. It’s funny how I think of him as being not a good guy, but really I’m the one who’s been cold and distant.
His fingers flex against my face as if he’s fighting to not pull me closer.
I close my eyes and before I can second-guess myself, I press my lips to his.
He doesn’t move at first. I think maybe I’ve shocked him—I think I’ve shocked myself too.
I start to pull away in embarrassment, but then his left hand joins the right in cupping my face and he angles his mouth over mine. He deepens the kiss, taking and giving, breathing life into me. I’ve never had a kiss feel like this one before. Simultaneously igniting a fire within me and turning me into ice. I’m hot all over, but somehow frozen in place.
I make myself move, pressing closer to him, seeking, searching, needing.
He grabs my leg, hooking it over his hip until I’m sitting fully in his lap. Normally I would be embarrassed. I’ve been with guys, but my experience is limited and I’m not the boldest person.
He tilts my head back, trailing a scorching row of kisses down my neck before he reclaims my lips once more.
I’ve never understood why some people use the worddevourwhen describing a kiss, but now I get it, because it’s exactly what he’s doing to me.
Completely and utterly devouring me.
His kiss reaches into the deepest part of my soul, awakening something I didn’t even know slumbered there. It roars at finally being unleashed and I roll my hips against his, my whole body aching. I tremble with need.
If I thought this heat simmering between us was strong before our lips touched, it’s now enough to decimate the world around us. I kiss him back like my life depends on it, without him I’ll cease to exist.
I slide my hands under his shirt, his skin heated beneath my palms. He lets out a throaty growl and it stirs something inside me.
I push his shirt up higher and he lifts his arms so I can remove it completely. His skin is hot beneath my palms, almost scalding. I trace my hands down his stomach, smiling against his mouth when I feel him shiver.
His hands move down to my hips, his fingers digging in with a bruising pressure.
There’s a part of me that knows I should stop this but I’m tired of holding back and always denying myself what I want.
And I want Hollis Wilder more than I want anything else in this world.
I lean back and my elbows land on the piano keys with a clang. Neither of us pauses at the sound. He continues to kiss me, like we have all the time in the world and no time at all.
My fingers delve into his silky hair, pulling him closer. I’ve never been kissed like this before, so thoroughly devoured. Before it’s always seemed as if the guy I was with felt like it was an obligation, not a necessity. Not Hollis, though. He kisses with the same passion he sings with, like he’s making love to my mouth.
We’re a tangle of limbs, tongues, and feelings we cannot voice.
It’s overwhelming.
Consuming.
He picks me up then, my legs tightening around his waist and my arms wrapping around his strong solid shoulders. He carries me out of the booth and into the room. He lays me down on the couch, the leather cool beneath me . His warm body is over mine in an instant, covering me like a second skin.
He spreads my legs and I gasp helplessly against his lips when his thick hardness presses into my core, straining against the zipper of his jeans.
