13. Holly
HOLLY
W e don’t need to have a conversation about what will happen once we finish our meals.
In an unspoken agreement, we walk the few streets back to my house again.
Kane’s hand automatically finds mine, and I can’t help but look up at him while we walk, a stupid smile on my face.
No one has made me feel this way for such a long time.
I honestly thought that, at the ripe old age of thirty-two, I was beyond this whole loved-up feeling, but I’m quickly discovering the spark still exists inside me. I’m not dead and buried just yet.
“What about Dylan coming home?” Kane asks, pausing outside of the front door before he steps over the threshold.
“He won’t be home tonight, not unless Mike decides to be an arsehole again.”
“What about the morning?”
“His dad should take him straight to school. If he doesn’t, you might just have to be quicker at hiding in the bathroom this time.”
Kane laughs. “I can manage that.”
I look at him seriously. “We will arrange a time for you to both meet properly—I mean, assuming you want to hang around for that long.”
I realise I sound presumptuous. We’ve only known each other a few days, and this is our second date. He might not be thinking about a third, never mind meeting my son.
But he takes my hand again, our fingers entwining, and he tugs me to face him. “I’d love that. When the time is right, okay? Totally your call.”
I smile. “I’d love that, too.”
He pulls me in and kisses me, slow and deep, so my legs turn to spaghetti and my stomach into mush.
I’m aware that I’m standing on my front doorstep, making out with a guy, and while I shouldn’t care what the neighbours think, I prefer to do this in private.
Not wanting to break the kiss, I stab at the lock with my keys, manage to get the front door open, and pull Kane inside.
Nerves flutter in my stomach. I’m a grown woman and I know exactly what’s going to happen now.
I want it, too. Kane has shown me he isn’t in this only for the sex.
We talk like old friends, and he’s still interested in me, even though I hadn’t told him the whole truth about my life when we first met.
It would be easy enough for someone like him to hook up with someone if he’s in this only for one thing.
By the fact he’s still hanging around, I can only assume he likes me for more than just that.
His hands are in my hair, his lips on mine, his body pressing me hard up against the wall. Between us, we manage to kick and shove the door shut behind us.
Gasping, I break the kiss. “Wait. One minute.” I lean back into the door and put the security chain on. I give him a wicked smile. “Should buy us a few minutes, just in case.”
“I like your thinking,” he growls, stepping towards me again, his blond hair hanging over his face.
Together, we stumble up the stairs, towards my bedroom.
Kane knows exactly where he’s going this time, and before we even make it through the bedroom door, his fingers hook beneath the bottom of my emerald-green top, dragging it over my head.
I want to feel his skin, too, and I reach for the buttons of his shirt, pulling them apart to reveal his chest. Kane works the rest of the shirt off, shrugging it from his shoulders to fall to the floor.
I take in the sight of him in only his jeans.
Holy hell, he is gorgeous. A lean body but with just the right amount of muscle.
The style of tattoos he loves so much cover almost every inch of skin, from his neckline down to his wrists.
He doesn’t appear to be thinking too much about what he looks like, however, as his gaze rakes up and down my half-naked body. He catches my chin in his fingers, lifting my face to his, fixing me in his gaze.
“You know what the sexiest thing is about you, Holly?” The conversation half embarrasses me, but I still love to hear the words coming from his mouth.
“It’s that you have absolutely no idea how ridiculously hot you are.
Other women are so damned obvious, but you’re so sweet and sinful, all rolled up in one sexy little body. ”
“You make me feel sexy,” I tell him honestly. “It’s been a long time since I felt that way about myself, and it feels like I’m getting a bit of myself back.”
He kisses me again, his hands running down the sides of my body, tracing the hourglass shape of my waist and stopping at my bottom to drag me against him.
“I have no idea why you wouldn’t think this is sexy, but it is.” He speaks between kisses. “Crazily sexy. Your tits are fucking works of art, and your arse makes me lose my mind. I literally want to run my tongue over every single inch of you.”
I’m heady with desire at the words he says and the way he’s looking at me.
“I want you, too. All of you.”
We both kick off our shoes, and then we kiss hungrily again, fingers on the buttons of each other’s jeans, desperate to feel flesh against flesh.
Now, in only our underwear, we tumble to the bed.
Kane makes quick work of removing my bra, exposing my breasts to the air.
My nipples pucker instantly, and, as I lay flat on my back, with Kane above me, he lowers his mouth to my tits, sucking on one nipple before moving on to the next.
His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and heat courses down between my thighs.
From the way his erection tents his boxer shorts, it’s clear he wants me as much as I want him. I reach for him, wanting to feel his hardness in my palm, but he bats my hand away.
“Not yet,” he growls. “I wanted to taste you first.”
I snatch a breath.
Kane moves farther down my body, his fingers hooking in the elastic of my panties. He pauses to appreciate the artwork on my hip, then glances up at me from under his hair.
“I can’t tell you how good it feels knowing you have something of mine on your hip.”
“I love it, too,” I manage, though I barely finished before he pulls my underwear down my legs, and then pushes my thighs apart.
“Spread them for me, baby,” he murmurs, “I want to see you.”
And I do, opening myself up to him. The scent of my arousal fills the air, as he dips a finger into my pussy, sending sparks through my body.
“Beautiful,” he groans. “Already so wet.”
Fuck, have I ever heard anything as sexy as the way he talks?
Then he ducks his head between my thighs and his mouth covers me, licking me from the base of my pussy, right up to my clit.
He circles the little nub of nerves and then heads back down again.
His tongue hardens, spearing me, and I arch my back.
It’s been a long time since anyone has done that to me.
“Oh, God,” I cry, reaching to tangle my fingers in his hair.
He continued to lick me, harder and faster. His fingers replace his tongue inside me, and while he flicks the nub of my clit with his tongue, his fingers curl, stroking my inner walls.
The muscles in my thighs and stomach tense, the familiar coiling of arousal building at my centre. I squeeze my eyes shut, lifting my hips to him, wanting more. I know I’m going to reach that point of no return at any moment. It’s been years since I experienced an orgasm at another person’s hands.
“Oh, God, Kane. I’m going to come.”
He suckles on my clit, his teeth grazing, sending my back bowing. My toes curl as my orgasm shudders through me, and I cry out, my fingers tightening in his hair.
Kane gives me a couple of final licks as I’m coming down, sending little sparks of my still subsiding orgasm through me. My chest and cheeks throw out heat, and I know I must be a flushed, sweaty mess. But Kane’s looking at me as though I’m a fine meal.
He reaches to the side of the bed to where he left his jeans and pulls a condom out of the back pocket.
He quickly rids himself of his shorts, and his erection stands out proudly from a thatch of blond curls.
He’s perfect—neither small, nor too huge.
The head is dome-shaped and swollen purple, with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the slit.
Kane moves to tear open the condom, but I get to my hands and knees and crawl to him.
My head is still foggy from my orgasm, but I want to give him the same pleasure he’s given me.
He’s sitting back on his haunches with his cock curving out and up.
The position makes it easy for me to lower my mouth to him and swipe up that drop of pre-cum with the flat of my tongue.
Kane takes a sharp intake of breath as the salty fluid coats my tongue.
He stills in his movements with the condom, waiting for my next move.
I circle my lips over the top of his dick and then sink my mouth low, taking him to the back of my throat.
I bob up and down, loving the way he slides over my tongue, the head hitting the palate at the back of my mouth.
I pause at his hand on my shoulder.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls.
I move my mouth from him and then straighten so we can share a kiss, tasting myself on his mouth, and knowing he’ll be able to do the same.
As we kiss, Kane works the condom, sliding it down his length, then he pulls me up onto his lap so I straddle him.
My breasts press against his naked chest, and I wrap my arms around his neck, my feet hooking his back.
His hands take hold of my bottom, and he uses his hold on me to lift me, getting me into position.
His erection presses at my entrance before I sink deep.
My mind tips with pleasure at the sensation of his cock stretching me open.
I cling to his shoulders as I ride his length, the position allowing me to angle my hips just right so my clit catches the sensation as well.
Kane’s fingers dig hard into the cheeks of my arse as our movement grow more frantic.
Wild kisses, tongues battling, lip biting, all through snatched breaths and hungry moans.
“Ah, fuck,” he groans, his hips suddenly pistoning harder, slamming me up and down. “I’m gonna come.”
“Me too, me too,” I gasp and I do, my second orgasm of the night powering through me, sending me into another dimension of pleasure for a moment before I gradually fall back to earth.
We hold each other as our breathing returns to normal and I no longer feel like my heart might explode out of my chest.
“You, Holly McCarty,” he says against my mouth, as we both grin, flushed and happy, “are one fucking incredible woman.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply, and I think my heart might burst again, but for a whole other reason.