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He cupped it in his palm and felt the nipple pebble as he rubbed his thumb over it. Holly whimpered and shifted under his touch, rubbing against him through the thin cotton of his shorts. Lukas’s eyes squeezed shut.
But his hands kept moving, kept exploring. He drew lines up her thighs to the hem of her shorts, across the tops, down the sides. He drew circles on the insides of her knees, then his fingers ventured slowly up her inner thighs. He felt her breath quicken. His fingers slid back down and circled around her knees. His heart pounded in his ears.
He could hear hers, too, as his explorations grew bolder. His fingers skated under the hem of her shorts. Then they slid back down. He heard her swallow. She shifted, but she didn’t protest. She seemed to be alert, attentive, waiting. Wanting?
Wanting what he wanted? Lukas eased her around so that she curved toward him, one of her feet on the bench, her knee bent, the foot dangling off where she sat on his lap. Now when his fingers slid up her legs, he had room to explore, to learn the warmth and softness of her inner thighs, to venture farther to the lacy edge of her underwear.
Holly didn’t stir. Only her breathing quickened as Lukas explored the lacy boundary, stroked along it, then dipped beneath.
Holly sucked in a breath. He felt her tremble. Or was that him?
Lukas had had sex before, but not like this. He’d been in too much of a hurry before, too eager for his own pleasure, unaware—for his sins—of the girl he was sharing it with.
He wasn’t unaware of Holly. Yes, his body was clamoring for completion, but Lukas ignored it, more interested in Holly than in himself. What would make her tremble? What would make her moan?
He desperately wanted to know Holly’s mysteries, wanted to bring her pleasure even as he made her his own. So his fingers trembled as he parted her and touched the warm wetness of her. He knew what that wetness meant. It made him harder than ever. His fingers slipped between her folds, stroked her, and reveled in the way she arched against his touch, making a sound deep in her throat.
He wanted to tear her clothes off, and his. He wanted to plunge into her and take her with an urgency he’d never before been able to control. But tonight he forced himself to go slow, to give, not just to take. To draw a response from Holly even as his whole body trembled with the need of her. Then he heard it again—another whimper, and she was no longer holding perfectly still. Her hips had begun to rock in counterpoint to the rhythm of his stroking. Her thighs parted, giving him greater access.
Eagerly, Lukas took it, reveled in it. It didn’t matter now what his body wanted. He wanted this—for her.
It was only moments until Lukas felt Holly begin to tremble against the stroke of his fingers. She shuddered, her hips rocking, her breaths coming in quick gasps. Then her whole body seemed to ripple as tremors coursed through her, rapidly first, then gradually abating as she buried her face against his shoulder.
Lukas cupped her, didn’t let go as he felt tiny aftershocks against his fingers. In his lap Holly barely seemed to be breathing now. He could feel her heart hammering, but she didn’t move. On the knife’s edge of desire, Lukas didn’t move, either. Didn’t even breathe. Just waited.
Dared to hope.
Then, as if she were just discovering that she could move her limbs, Holly began to move. Her movements were stiff, almost if she were coming back to life. Then her fingers uncurled from his sweatshirt and abruptly she shoved herself away from him, wobbling as she stood.
Lukas reached out to help her get her balance, but she jerked away, wrapping her arms across her breasts. “Take me home.” There was a hoarse, almost desperate edge to her voice. She didn’t look at him.
“What?” Lukas stared at her, stunned. “Take you—? But—”
He reached for her again, but Holly twisted away.
“I want to go home.” Holly’s voice was low and shaking. She tried to move past him toward the stern. “Now.”
Lukas blocked her way and caught her by the arms. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen! “Why? What’s the matter with you?”
Holly lifted her face and gaped at him. “What’s the matter with me? You don’t know? You have no idea? You just— We just—” Her voice was shrill. He’d never heard it like that before.
She didn’t finish the sentence, just yanked her arm out of his grasp and pushed past him, scrambling over the side of the boat and onto the dock. She set off toward the car, barefoot, never glancing back.
Lukas stared after her, dazed, confused, and still aroused enough that it almost hurt. He couldn’t even move, and she was practically running. She stopped at the car, opened the door, jumped in and banged it shut after her. If she’d had the keys, no doubt she’d have driven off and left him there!
