stomach. I bite my lip, marveling at the display of manliness before me, but I don’t have time to enjoy it. He is right back between my legs before I can take another breath.
I wrap my arms around him, digging my fingers into his back, in an animal side of me I was unaware existed. He pulls one hand up my side, gripping my breast through the fabric of the tank top. My thighs quiver when I feel him growing harder against me. I arch my back and moan. His hands cascade down my chest, and his mouth explores my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, prolonging the building ecstasy.
He pulls his mouth away long enough to groan, “God, I want you so fucking bad.” A sizzling sound fills my ears, and I’m in utter shock. I’ve never felt such intensity.
“Oh shit!” Holden shouts before pulling away from me.
It takes a moment for me to regain my bearings and figure out what in the hell is happening. I see him grabbing a dishcloth, and that’s when I feel the intense heat on my leg. The milk has boiled over and saturated one side of my robe.
Instinctively, I hop down and step back, allowing him to scoop up the pot and rush it to the sink, trying to stop any further mess.
He’s laughing, which causes me to laugh. Then I fall silent. The reality of what just happened hits me. A panic floods over me as I question what in the hell I am doing.
Without a word, I turn and leave the kitchen, even though I hear him calling after me. I’m halfway up the stairs by the time his fingers catch hold of my arm. He grasps me firmly, whispering, “Belle? Are you okay?”
I nod, my eyes shifting all around the dark stairwell, trying to settle anywhere but on him. “Yeah, I don’t know what got into me.”
“Are you kidding, that was amazing,” he moans, leaning in close to my ear. “At least I thought it was.”
“Yeah, it was, but …” What am I supposed to say. I can’t think straight with him so close to me.
“You don’t normally do things like that,” he interjects, as if he can read my mind.
“No, I don’t,” I confirm.
“I don’t either.”
“Maybe we should just slow down a little,” I suggest. He releases my arm, and I make my way up the steps, but he’s following close behind.
“If that’s what you want,” he whispers. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
I can tell by his tone he’s concerned about what I’m thinking. That in itself is a high for me. To have this gorgeous man wondering what’s going on in my head is a power I never imagined I could have. I’m not particularly proud of this feeling, but still fully aware of it.
I dare not watch him as he walks to his room, and I know if he stops, hesitates at all, I won’t be able to stop myself. I open my door, slide inside, and press it closed, panting, trying to catch my breath in the excitement.
Collapsing onto the bed, thoughts are swimming around wildly in my head. I want to scream, but instead I bite my pillow in frustration. The passionate encounter in the kitchen replays vividly in my mind.
A second later there’s a gentle knock at the door. My breath catches in my throat, and I dare not move. I hear Holden whisper my name. Slipping my hands over my mouth, I press firmly, doing my best to remain silent.
I know why he’s here. He’s thinking about the same things, unable to shake our encounter. I can only assume he wants more. I can tell he’s still at the door, and though I’m trying to decide what I should do, I don’t budge as I play out the scenario in my mind. What would it mean if I opened that door? Allowed him to run his hands all over my body, exploring every part? Once it’s open, I know I won’t be able to stop myself.
The decision is made for me; I hear his footsteps as he returns down the hall. I wait for his door to close before I breathe again.
Letting out a huge puff of air, I toss a pillow against the wall. I’m frustrated with my choice, and know sleep after that experience is going to be even more
I wrap my arms around him, digging my fingers into his back, in an animal side of me I was unaware existed. He pulls one hand up my side, gripping my breast through the fabric of the tank top. My thighs quiver when I feel him growing harder against me. I arch my back and moan. His hands cascade down my chest, and his mouth explores my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, prolonging the building ecstasy.
He pulls his mouth away long enough to groan, “God, I want you so fucking bad.” A sizzling sound fills my ears, and I’m in utter shock. I’ve never felt such intensity.
“Oh shit!” Holden shouts before pulling away from me.
It takes a moment for me to regain my bearings and figure out what in the hell is happening. I see him grabbing a dishcloth, and that’s when I feel the intense heat on my leg. The milk has boiled over and saturated one side of my robe.
Instinctively, I hop down and step back, allowing him to scoop up the pot and rush it to the sink, trying to stop any further mess.
He’s laughing, which causes me to laugh. Then I fall silent. The reality of what just happened hits me. A panic floods over me as I question what in the hell I am doing.
Without a word, I turn and leave the kitchen, even though I hear him calling after me. I’m halfway up the stairs by the time his fingers catch hold of my arm. He grasps me firmly, whispering, “Belle? Are you okay?”
I nod, my eyes shifting all around the dark stairwell, trying to settle anywhere but on him. “Yeah, I don’t know what got into me.”
“Are you kidding, that was amazing,” he moans, leaning in close to my ear. “At least I thought it was.”
“Yeah, it was, but …” What am I supposed to say. I can’t think straight with him so close to me.
“You don’t normally do things like that,” he interjects, as if he can read my mind.
“No, I don’t,” I confirm.
“I don’t either.”
“Maybe we should just slow down a little,” I suggest. He releases my arm, and I make my way up the steps, but he’s following close behind.
“If that’s what you want,” he whispers. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
I can tell by his tone he’s concerned about what I’m thinking. That in itself is a high for me. To have this gorgeous man wondering what’s going on in my head is a power I never imagined I could have. I’m not particularly proud of this feeling, but still fully aware of it.
I dare not watch him as he walks to his room, and I know if he stops, hesitates at all, I won’t be able to stop myself. I open my door, slide inside, and press it closed, panting, trying to catch my breath in the excitement.
Collapsing onto the bed, thoughts are swimming around wildly in my head. I want to scream, but instead I bite my pillow in frustration. The passionate encounter in the kitchen replays vividly in my mind.
A second later there’s a gentle knock at the door. My breath catches in my throat, and I dare not move. I hear Holden whisper my name. Slipping my hands over my mouth, I press firmly, doing my best to remain silent.
I know why he’s here. He’s thinking about the same things, unable to shake our encounter. I can only assume he wants more. I can tell he’s still at the door, and though I’m trying to decide what I should do, I don’t budge as I play out the scenario in my mind. What would it mean if I opened that door? Allowed him to run his hands all over my body, exploring every part? Once it’s open, I know I won’t be able to stop myself.
The decision is made for me; I hear his footsteps as he returns down the hall. I wait for his door to close before I breathe again.
Letting out a huge puff of air, I toss a pillow against the wall. I’m frustrated with my choice, and know sleep after that experience is going to be even more
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