Page 124 of This Bitter Sweet Temptation
The darkness in his smile before he kisses me again tells me there’s zero chance we’re stopping now.
One hand fists my hair, forcing my head back so he can stamp kisses down my throat.
My breath is torn.
His hips grind against me, and I let out a muffled moan.
“Don’t hold back,” he tells me.
So bossy. I don’t even care how predictable it is.
I arch my back into him, offering him my breasts, and he takes the invitation, closing his mouth around one through the cotton of my shirt.
“Oh!” I gasp.
“These tits,” he says. “I’ve been thinking about them for days.”
I’m not exactly busty, but he cups my other breast like it was made for him.
It’s insanely erotic, watching his large hand eclipse me and squeeze.
The wet material of my t-shirt shifts against my damp nipple as he moves his mouth. He sucks my other nipple, and I tingle until I’m shivering.
I just hold him against me then, rolling my hips until he snarls and curses.
“Holden, fuck me right here. Now,” I whisper.
“The kitchen?” He lifts his head and glances at the window looking down at the distant road. If anyone was out for a walk and looked up, they’d see us.
My blood heats at the thought.
But maybe he’s right and we shouldn’t.
There are other worries. Safety concerns I haven’t let myself dwell on.
Everyone here is a stranger to me, but they’re his community. Neighbors. People who know him and Kit.
Do I demand he close the blinds or—
“Bedroom,” he says, lifting me up and carrying me to the stairs.
Again, I marvel at the raw force in his arms, the way he carries me like I’m weightless. He could throw me around without breaking a sweat.
I wrap my arms around him tighter, kissing the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck.
When I bite his shoulder, he grunts, trapping this low purr in his throat as I lick away the sweetest sting a second later.
I glide down his body slowly, until I grab the tip of his cock.
He pauses, turning so my back is against the wall.
We’re still in the hall. I wonder if we’ll even make it to his room.
Honestly, I’m way past caring.
Let him have me against the wall, the floor, wherever he pleases.
He can have me in hell itself just as long as he’sin me.
