Holly Jolly Cowboy (The Wyoming Cowboy #7)(51)

She trembled against him in response. “No one’s stopping you.”

That wasn’t exactly encouragement, either. He licked at her mouth, savoring the way she shuddered against him, as if she felt too much every time they kissed. As he teased her mouth, he traced small circles around her nipple over and over again, loving how it puckered and tightened at his touch. “Am I moving too fast for you, though? Should I slow down?”

Holly made a sound of protest. “If you do, I think I might burn your food for tomorrow.”

“Can’t have that.” Not that he cared about the food. At this moment, all he cared about was getting one of those juicy, ripe nipples into his mouth. He lowered his head as he cupped her breast, feeding her up to his lips. He felt her hands tighten against him, felt her body tense . . . and then she pressed her body up against him, seeking more.

He was only too happy to give it.

With a groan, Adam lost control. He peppered her skin with kisses, nipping and sucking at the swell of her breast. He licked the tip, loving the way she gasped and clung to him in response. And when he felt he’d teased her enough, he sucked on the tip, then teased it with his tongue. The sounds she made were beautiful, too. He loved how she squirmed urgently, even as she pulled on his head and demanded more. Her breath was coming in short, shallow rasps, and when he reached for her other breast to tease in tandem with his mouth, he thought she’d come undone.

Her thighs squeezed against his hips, and she raked her nails down his arm, panting. “Please, Adam. Oh, please.”

With a low growl, he wrapped his arms around her waist and turned them carefully on the sofa, laying her beneath him. He loved the little whimpering noises that escaped her throat as he tore her bra down to her belly, exposing both breasts. This time there was no impediment and he lavished attention on them, switching from one breast to the other until they were both flushed pink and she was wild underneath him.

“I need you,” Holly said, the sound so needy and delicious that it only spurred him on. He moved up to kiss her soft mouth again, hungrily claiming her. She arched her hips against the thigh he had between her legs. She needed him?

Well now, he couldn’t have her needy.

Ignoring the throbbing ache of his cock and the hunger in his own body, he kissed Holly again, murmuring her name. He brushed a hand down her belly, past the discarded bra, past the enticing dip of her navel, and didn’t stop at the waistband of her panties. He dipped below the fabric, seeking her heat.

Breath hissed out from between his teeth as he touched her. Holly was utterly soaked.

She moaned against his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders even as she spread her legs wider, inviting his touch. He kissed her with languid, reverent kisses as he traced her folds, learning her body. She was so soft and wet here, so very pettable, the curls over her sex a delightful contrast to the smooth, hot skin underneath. He found the little bud of her clit and teased it with a careful graze of his finger.

And he loved the way she jumped when he did.

Her gaze locked to his, Holly clung to him as he rubbed teasing circles around her clit, working her to a fever pitch. She arched against him, meeting his hand, her lips parted in a wordless cry as he worked her body. Maybe he was greedy, but it wasn’t quite enough. Not quite. He wanted her to lose all control. So he slid that slick finger down her folds, pushing into the core of her, and rested his thumb against her clit. Adam pumped into her, watching her face tighten with need, watching the hunger sweep over her as she came closer and closer to her release.

When it rocked through her, it took them both by surprise. She keened his name, her nails digging half circles into his skin. He didn’t feel the pain, though. All he could feel was Holly’s body clenching tight around his finger, the shudders of her release, the rush of wetness as she came hard against his hand.

As he kissed her, Adam drank in the smile on her face, the sated look in her gorgeous eyes, and he started to worry that quick interludes on the couch weren’t going to be enough.

They already weren’t enough for him. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to fling Holly over his shoulder like a caveman and drag her out to his cabin. He wanted to throw her down into his bed and kiss her everywhere. He wanted to make her come again. And again. And again. Dozens of times, until she was begging for mercy, and then they’d both give in to the need.

He was ignoring his own need tonight. Partly because she was injured, and partly because he was afraid that if he claimed her like he really wanted, he’d never be able to let her go.

And he wasn’t sure Holly would want to be claimed by him. Not when they were “enemies.” Not when he’d deliberately sabotaged a cake that had meant so much to her.

He still needed to tell her about that cake. Just . . . not when she was freshly sated under him, clinging to him as if he was the best thing in the world.

Not yet. Sure, it was selfish, but it was something Adam was starting to get used to, that feeling. He didn’t care how selfish it was as long as it kept her in his arms for a little longer.





CHAPTER TWENTY





Thank goodness the next day was Holly’s day off. She couldn’t concentrate on anything after last night. Her leg throbbed in a reminder that she’d been in serious danger, but the knowledge of that paled in light of what had happened afterward. Adam had removed her pants and she’d straddled him as they made out. He’d slipped his hand into her panties and worked her until she’d came against his fingers, hard.