5. Holly
5
HOLLY
T he next day, the hours ticked by agonizingly slowly until I was finally done with work. I hauled ass home, got ready, and wasn’t ashamed to say I made sure everything was plucked, shaved, and primed for tonight. Because I had plans for Stefan after dinner and just hoped he didn’t totally close the door on them.
But it had been forever since I had sex—so embarrassingly long that I didn't want to think too hard about it. Surely a man was ready all the time, especially when a woman was the one making the move?
I chose a fitted, long-sleeved black knit dress that hugged my slender curves and finished my outfit with a pair of heels that hurt my feet but made my legs look a mile long. I left my hair down but added some beachy curls to it. All I could picture was Stefan taking it as the hint it was and grabbing my hair while he fucked me from behind.
As I smoothed my hair down, I caught my reflection and felt a flicker of confidence, because I looked good. I felt sexy and powerful, holding onto that strong female energy that said I could go after whatever the hell I wanted.
After admiring myself for just a second longer, I grabbed my coat and purse just as I heard tires crunching over the gravel of my driveway. My heart skipped as I opened the front door and stepped outside just in time to see Stefan climbing out of his truck. Even though I was looking forward to trying to seduce him, I was excited about going on a date with him first, and I feared if I waited for him to ring the bell and I let him inside, I’d be too tempted to pounce before we got the chance to go out.
He rounded the hood and looked up, his step faltering when he saw me already waiting for him on the porch. Even though the sun had already set, I didn’t miss how his gaze raked me over from head to toe, thanks to my porch lights. My long coat wasn’t buttoned and didn't hide what I wore beneath it.
God, he looked great. He wore a dark jacket, which was unbuttoned as well. His shirt was black and crisp and stretched across his broad shoulders, showing me once again that the man was ripped under that material. I felt my libido go crazy and told that bitch to calm the hell down.
Dinner, drinks, and conversation first, then we’d worry about getting some dick.
His dark jeans were snug enough it was obvious this man worked out, judging by his tree-trunk-sized thighs that looked hard as a rock. But it was the intensity in his gaze as he looked at me that made everything else fade away.
Stefan wanted me as much as I wanted him. That was obvious.
“ Jesus Christ , Holly.” There was a primal growl that was wrapped around those words, ones that made my pussy wet. “You’re fucking stunning,” he said as I found the strength to walk toward him, slightly swaying my hips with my approach.
My mouth was dry, my throat tight, and my knees weak. Before I knew what was happening, Stefan wrapped his arm around my waist, his fingers brushing the small of my back.
I gasped when he pulled me close, my body colliding with his, my chest crushed to his abs until the oxygen was sucked from my lungs. I felt his finger under my chin as he tipped my head back, forcing me to look up and holding my eyes hostage with his possessive stare.
“Hi,” I whispered, my cheeks heating under his intense expression.
Stefan didn’t respond, but I felt his fingers rubbing at the small of my back through my coat. That light touch felt so powerful. He didn’t return the greeting, but instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, as he whispered, “Get in the truck, Holly.”
You can bet your ass I obeyed, that dominance like a straight shot of hundred-proof liquor right through my veins and directly to my pussy.
It made me want to be a bad girl and put on Santa’s naughty list.
Dinner wasn’t anything elegant, and I was thankful for that. All I cared about was how down to earth Stefan was and the way he made me feel like I was the only person of any importance in the room. No matter where we were or what we were doing, he did just that.
Stefan’s presence overshadowed everything else in the best of ways. His personality was magnetic, and he had a sense of humor that was much like my own. Slightly inappropriate but not too offensive.
But it wasn’t just his words that drew me in and kept me transfixed. It was the way he seemed to always have to be touching me.
A hand on mine across the table while we waited for our meal.
Moving to sit next to me as we drank delicious mugs of spiked coffee after we ate.
An hour filled with conversation that never waned later, his hand resting possessively on my thigh under the table, when we shared a slice of strawberry cheesecake for dessert.
It was the way he leaned close when he spoke, his lips grazing my ear, that made my pulse race and my body so aroused the rest of the time we sat there.
By the end of our date, I could barely focus on anything but him and how I wanted things to progress.
He walked me to his truck and unlocked it to open the door for me. I turned to face him and tipped my head back, looking into his eyes. “Stefan,” I murmured, my voice unsteady but filled with all the heat I currently felt.
“What is it, baby?”
I swallowed hard and felt a flutter in my belly at the endearment. The intensity in his gaze stole my breath all over again. “You’re distracting me.”
“In a good way, I hope,” he teased.
I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded, wondering if he could see how hard and fast my pulse was beating right beneath my ear.
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “I’ve been thinking about you since I dropped you off at your place days ago,” he admitted, his voice low and rough. “And seeing you tonight… in that dress?” He hummed as if the visual did things to him. He grabbed my hand and pressed it right over his massive erection. “It instantly got me hard, and I’ve been trying to hide this fucking boner all damn night.”
Heat flashed through my body, and I looked away, flustered and unable to handle how turned on I was. But Stefan wasn’t having it.
“Look at me, baby.” He cupped my cheeks, and I obeyed, my gaze snapping back to his. My hand was still on his hard cock, and I even attempted to curl my fingers around the denim-covered length. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine,” he continued, his voice a dark growl. “And make no mistake. You’re mine.”
Holy shit. Can someone orgasm from a string of words alone?
“You barely know me. How can you say that after only a few hours spent in each other’s presence?” I whispered, a beam of reality peeking through the clouds of arousal.
He growled again and shook his head. “When you know what you want with everything in you, you don’t even need hours. All you need is a second, baby girl.” The possessiveness in his tone sent a thrill through me, and I nodded, unable to find my voice but agreeing that, yes, I knew what he meant.
And that I was his.
He pressed his front against mine before I could take a breath, my body half in the truck now, and the feeling of his lips brushing against my ear caused me to close my eyes as if I had no self-control.
“You know what I want?”
I slowly shook my head, still unable to form words at his low and husky question.
“You, Holly. I just want you, and I want you in my bed. Now.”
My breath hitched, my eyes snapped open, and I felt his cock throb, as I still held my hand to it. I cursed the material separating me from feeling how hard, hot, and thick he was in my bare palm.
“Glad you want exactly what I do,” I finally answered, my panties soaked clean through and dripping down my inner thighs.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, and then he dragged his tongue over my lips.
I shivered and just said the first thing that came to mind. “You to fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”