Holly Jolly Cowboy (The Wyoming Cowboy #7)(47)

He didn’t know. “I guess ‘enemies with benefits’ wouldn’t make much sense.”

“No point in benefiting your enemy,” she agreed. Holly slid a hand to the nape of his neck and toyed with the shorn hair there, running her fingers over the stubble. “We must be something else.”

“Friends?” he suggested, and boldly tugged her forward. The movement pulled her into his lap, forcing her to straddle him.

She sucked in a breath, both of her arms going around his neck. The look in her eyes was soft with arousal, her lips parted, and the need between them hung in the air. “You kiss all your friends?” she whispered. “Because I sure don’t.”

He slid a hand along her waist, dragging her even closer to him. He could feel the gentle fan of her breath against his skin, but neither one of them had crossed the gap. Adam planned on kissing her again. Oh yeah, he was going to kiss that pretty mouth over and over again. But he was enjoying himself far too much at the moment to rush things. “I don’t much kiss anyone,” he murmured. “But I kissed you this morning. So I’m trying to figure out if I like making out with my enemies or if you’re a little something . . . special.”

Her nails grazed the sensitive skin on the back of his neck. “Which one do you think it is?” She shifted on his lap, her weight pressing down directly over his cock, and damn if that didn’t feel incredible. “I’ve been calling you my nemesis all this time. Should I be calling you something else?”

“You could call me by my name.”

The moment the words were out, he regretted them. Adam felt like an idiot when the surprised expression crossed her face. It was too late to take it back, though.

And in the next moment, he didn’t want to.

“Adam,” Holly breathed. His cock jumped at the word, and he wanted her to say it again. Just like that. He didn’t have to wait long. She leaned in, her lips an inch from his. “Adam.”

“Holly.” His hand slid to her ass, unable to resist the temptation of it. God, she felt good, too. Her butt looked nice in jeans, but touching it made him realize just how soft and rounded it was. How perfect. She fit against him perfectly, perched atop his lap, like she was meant to be in his arms.

Her gaze darted from his eyes to his mouth. “What are we doing?”

“I’m kissing my enemy,” he murmured, and closed the distance between them. His lips met hers, and he felt her suck in a breath. Their first kiss was openmouthed and just a little awkward, as if neither of them had quite realized the other was going to go through with it. But kissing Holly had suddenly become very important to him, and so he kissed her again, taking his time with her soft mouth.

She made a soft, whimpering sound in her throat.

It only stoked the fire inside him. With a groan, he put a hand to the back of her neck and held her against him, their mouths meeting again for kiss after kiss. Each one felt like a light, playful press of lips, a quick tasting of the other person. It wasn’t enough for him, though. He needed more of her.

The problem was that kissing Holly once or twice was never going to be enough. He was realizing that now. Everything about her was perfect—from the taste of her as her tongue dipped into his mouth to the way she reacted. The way she felt in his arms. The way she boldly kissed him back, as if she was just as hungry for him as he was for her. Kissing Holly was going to be an obsession with him—he could tell already.

The way her sweet little tongue flicked against his was magic. The way she yielded when he took control of the kiss. The soft noises of pleasure she made, as if she couldn’t believe that she liked the kiss so much. All of it drove him absolutely wild.

And tonight was only the beginning, he decided.

Adam pulled away reluctantly, gazing up at her. Her eyes were soft and dazed, her mouth full and pink from their kissing. The temptation to kiss her again in that moment was overwhelming, but he knew if he sampled the pleasure of her mouth again, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Not tonight.

And he wasn’t about to rush things between them. Not when he was enjoying their push-pull relationship so much. So he just smiled up at her. “That was adequate.”

It took a moment for his words to register. Then she made a sound of outrage in her throat and swatted at his chest. “Adequate, huh? I’ll show you adequate.”

“Tomorrow,” he told her, and let his voice communicate his promise.

She gave another gaspy half breath. “Tomorrow, then.”





CHAPTER NINETEEN





For the next week, Holly’s schedule seemed to be the same every day.

Wake up.

Start on her baking and cooking.

Lunch with Adam, followed by an intense kissing session.

Work at the restaurant until close. Go home.

A late, late dinner with Adam, followed by yet another intense kissing session.

Sleep. Rinse and repeat.

It was . . . a lot of fun, too. They had an unspoken agreement of nothing but kissing, it seemed, because neither of them pushed for more. Maybe it was the fact that both of their schedules were intensely busy, and each moment together felt stolen. It was nice, though, to meet up, talk about nothing and everything, and end with a passionate kissing and make-out session.

It was nice to have no expectations of Adam, too. She knew what she was getting into when she kissed him. She knew it meant nothing at all, that it was just pure fun. And for some reason, that made it ever so slightly naughty and even more fun. It helped that Adam knew how to kiss. He could spend an eternity just nibbling on her lips, caressing her with his mouth, until they were both panting and full of need.