is a cup, as well as a plate with a sandwich.
“Can’t sleep, huh?”
How can I , I think to myself. I can’t get the idea of jumping on top of you out of my head. I keep these thoughts to myself and instead nod in response. He kicks out the stool next to him, motioning for me to have a seat. As I move in closer, I catch his scent and feel my knees buckle.
“Hungry?” he inquires.
“I know this sounds crazy, but I was hoping for a warm glass of milk,” I answer.
He furrows his brow, giving me a half-cocked smile.
“What?” I gasp in defense.
“Are you twelve or something?” He laughs.
“Hey, shut up! It helps when I can’t sleep.”
Standing up, he turns and walks over to the commercial fridge against the far wall. “Who knows, maybe I should try that.” I watch him as he retrieves the milk and pours it into a pan, placing it over a burner. The cooktop makes a clicking noise until the gas ignites. He leans against the counter, waiting patiently, and I realize he’s staring at me.
As the silence between us mounts, I start to panic. I need to say something, but what? Do something! I catch sight of a shelf containing several mugs. I stand and walk over to grab two, then crossing the room, I move in close to Holden. I lean around him to place the mugs behind where he’s standing, next to the stove. He doesn’t budge, and our bodies brush against one another’s.
I’m wondering if he meant for this to happen, but at the same time backing away slowly, hesitant to look up at him. We are so close now I can hear his breathing. From the corner of my eye I see he’s watching me. Then, without even thinking, I do it. I look up into those eyes, and I’m stuck.
I stand up straight, but I’m now captivated by his stare. He isn’t looking away, so how can I? There is a foot between us, but he pushes off the counter, and begins to move forward, closing the gap, never looking away.
My heart starts racing, and my stomach is doing flips. He’s going to kiss me if I don’t move. My mind is having trouble focusing. I can’t decide if this is what I want to happen. Don’t move. Let him do it. You’re just scared. You’re always scared. Stop being scared.
He lingers, our lips now mere inches away from one another’s. He looks into my eyes as if asking for permission without words. I give a long blink, acknowledging him, hoping it’s enough to convey that I want him to take me in whatever way he desires.
“Please,” I whisper. For a second I wonder who said the word, and then I realize I was the one pleading for his lips.
His eyes grow large in excitement, and it’s clear he doesn’t plan to leave me wanting any longer. There’s so much desire in his eyes, I feel like I might melt from his stare. He wastes no more time, reaching around me and placing a hand against my lower back, pulling me against him. At the same moment our bodies collide, so do our mouths.
I don’t resist, allowing his grasp to envelop me. His lips part, and his tongue presses its way in, entangling with my own. It’s like an explosion happens throughout my body all at once, and I struggle telling where he begins and I end.
Before I realize what’s going on, I feel him grip my upper arms and spin me around with him. His lips begin to explore my chin and neck while his hands slip down to my hips, and then around to my butt. With an intoxicating ease, he lifts upward on my ass and places me on the counter that is now behind me. The mugs clank together as they get shoved to the side.
My robe slips off and slides down my back, and Holden doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of the newly exposed bare flesh. He pulls on one strap of my tank, dropping it over my shoulder, and sucks on my skin. He presses against me, causing my legs to fall open, and the trail of his kisses begins to burn. An ache consumes my flesh.
He pulls away just for a moment, yanking his shirt over his head, exposing his muscular arms, firm chest, and defined
“Can’t sleep, huh?”
How can I , I think to myself. I can’t get the idea of jumping on top of you out of my head. I keep these thoughts to myself and instead nod in response. He kicks out the stool next to him, motioning for me to have a seat. As I move in closer, I catch his scent and feel my knees buckle.
“Hungry?” he inquires.
“I know this sounds crazy, but I was hoping for a warm glass of milk,” I answer.
He furrows his brow, giving me a half-cocked smile.
“What?” I gasp in defense.
“Are you twelve or something?” He laughs.
“Hey, shut up! It helps when I can’t sleep.”
Standing up, he turns and walks over to the commercial fridge against the far wall. “Who knows, maybe I should try that.” I watch him as he retrieves the milk and pours it into a pan, placing it over a burner. The cooktop makes a clicking noise until the gas ignites. He leans against the counter, waiting patiently, and I realize he’s staring at me.
As the silence between us mounts, I start to panic. I need to say something, but what? Do something! I catch sight of a shelf containing several mugs. I stand and walk over to grab two, then crossing the room, I move in close to Holden. I lean around him to place the mugs behind where he’s standing, next to the stove. He doesn’t budge, and our bodies brush against one another’s.
I’m wondering if he meant for this to happen, but at the same time backing away slowly, hesitant to look up at him. We are so close now I can hear his breathing. From the corner of my eye I see he’s watching me. Then, without even thinking, I do it. I look up into those eyes, and I’m stuck.
I stand up straight, but I’m now captivated by his stare. He isn’t looking away, so how can I? There is a foot between us, but he pushes off the counter, and begins to move forward, closing the gap, never looking away.
My heart starts racing, and my stomach is doing flips. He’s going to kiss me if I don’t move. My mind is having trouble focusing. I can’t decide if this is what I want to happen. Don’t move. Let him do it. You’re just scared. You’re always scared. Stop being scared.
He lingers, our lips now mere inches away from one another’s. He looks into my eyes as if asking for permission without words. I give a long blink, acknowledging him, hoping it’s enough to convey that I want him to take me in whatever way he desires.
“Please,” I whisper. For a second I wonder who said the word, and then I realize I was the one pleading for his lips.
His eyes grow large in excitement, and it’s clear he doesn’t plan to leave me wanting any longer. There’s so much desire in his eyes, I feel like I might melt from his stare. He wastes no more time, reaching around me and placing a hand against my lower back, pulling me against him. At the same moment our bodies collide, so do our mouths.
I don’t resist, allowing his grasp to envelop me. His lips part, and his tongue presses its way in, entangling with my own. It’s like an explosion happens throughout my body all at once, and I struggle telling where he begins and I end.
Before I realize what’s going on, I feel him grip my upper arms and spin me around with him. His lips begin to explore my chin and neck while his hands slip down to my hips, and then around to my butt. With an intoxicating ease, he lifts upward on my ass and places me on the counter that is now behind me. The mugs clank together as they get shoved to the side.
My robe slips off and slides down my back, and Holden doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of the newly exposed bare flesh. He pulls on one strap of my tank, dropping it over my shoulder, and sucks on my skin. He presses against me, causing my legs to fall open, and the trail of his kisses begins to burn. An ache consumes my flesh.
He pulls away just for a moment, yanking his shirt over his head, exposing his muscular arms, firm chest, and defined
Similar Books
