Holly Jolly Cowboy (The Wyoming Cowboy #7)(64)

She snort-giggled in that way he adored, and his heart swelled again. Yeah, he loved this frustrating, incredible woman. He loved her, and he wanted nothing more than her smile, always.

“Is it . . . a big package?” Holly teased back.

“I’ve been told it’s quite impressive.”

She laughed again, turning in his arms and gazing up at him. “Maybe you should show it to me so I can see just what I’m dealing with.”

“I think that is an excellent idea.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers in a light kiss, then moved along her jaw, kissing toward her ear. Her hand moved to the back of his neck and she clung to him, sighing with pleasure as he kissed and teased her earlobe. Holly had delightfully sensitive ears and she made the most erotic sounds when he touched them. He teased one ear with his tongue, then whispered, “Wanna do it on the counter here?”

“This is Sage’s kitchen,” she protested.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“It feels wrong,” she admitted. “I’m not sure she’d want us having filthy sex on her counter.”

“Is it gonna be filthy sex, then?” He arched an eyebrow, pretending to be inquisitive. “We should go to the shower, then.”

Her eyes lit up. “I think shower sounds good,” she breathed. “Very, very good.”

Holding hands, they raced toward her room and the en suite bathroom there. The moment they got inside, Adam pulled at her clothes before she could turn the water on, and they kissed frantically. As if they’d been separated for weeks instead of hours, they undressed each other hastily, hands tearing at clothing. By the time they got into the shower itself, Adam had his hand between her thighs, stroking her softness. Damn, but she was wet for him. He groaned. Was any woman ever as perfect as this one?

He hauled her up by the hips, bracing her against the tiles.

“We . . . we haven’t even turned the water on,” Holly panted as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

“Don’t care.” Adam’s mouth fastened on hers hungrily even as he pushed into her. She was hot and wet and so damn tight that it nearly made his eyes cross with need. He groaned as he thrust into her, loving the whimpers she made, loving the way her nails dug into his skin as she pulled him closer. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

The sex was as frantic as it was hot. He pounded into her, loving the gasps she made as he claimed her body. Holly rocked against him, trying to increase the friction, and when he changed the angle slightly, it allowed him to rub her clit as he pumped into her. She came moments later, crying out, and he followed her quickly, pressing her against the tiles and caging her in his arms as he shuddered his release.

It was good—it was always good with Holly—but it wouldn’t be enough. Something told him that he’d never get enough of her. The thought wasn’t alarming, either. In fact, he rather liked it. Falling for Holly didn’t make him feel panicked or uneasy. Of course he’d fallen for her. She was easy to love—sweet, giving, smart, and sassy.

Holly tapped a finger against his arm. “Water?” She asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Since we’re already naked and in the shower?”

“Right. I’m on it.” He wasn’t, though. Instead, he kissed her again, savoring the feel of her soft mouth under his, the way she yielded instantly as if she’d never wanted anything else in life. Adam supposed he couldn’t kiss her for hours on end, though. She’d want to sleep at some point, and he had to wake up early. So he kissed her again, slid free from the warmth of her body, and turned to fire up the shower.

For a few minutes, they were quiet, taking turns under the spray and then washing each other. He scrubbed Holly’s back for her as she leaned against him, her expression sleepy contentment. He loved holding her like this, feeling her relax against his chest. It felt as if he was doing his part in shielding her from the difficulties of the world. And he wanted to do more. He needed to restore that joy to her face, and not just through sex.

And he knew just the way to do it.

“Caleb helped me today. I told you that, right?”

“Mmm.” She sounded drowsy. “Did he help you catch up?”

“For the most part. But he did ask about you. Amy has a staff Christmas party at the school the day after tomorrow and he wanted to know if you would be interested in baking a cake for her. He said he’d pay double the regular rate because he knows it’s short notice. Amy’s had a cold and hasn’t felt up to baking something.”

“Poor Amy. I’ve met her.” Holly’s wet hands trailed over his skin. “She’s nice. I’m sorry she’s not feeling well.”

Adam was sure she was pleasant enough, but he was far more interested in Holly. “Should I tell him you’ll contact him, then? Do you want his number?”

She pulled away from him, her mood turning cool. He watched as Holly opened the glass door to the shower and stepped out. “Tell him thank you but no.”

That wasn’t the reaction he’d anticipated. “Why not? You love baking.” He didn’t point out that she had a lot of free time at the moment and needed the cash. He knew her well enough to know that would hurt her feelings. “And you’re so damn good at it, too.”

“Hmph.” Holly shook her head, picking up a towel and rubbing at her hair. “I can’t take a job making cake for money, Adam. It won’t work out.”