Chapter 31 - Holly #2
There was a beat of silence. My chest heaved. His eyes were dark, stormy, fixed on me. All of the frustration, fear, and longing we’d been holding back for months was coiled in that gaze.
I stepped closer, letting my hands rest lightly on his chest. “Hunter… please,” I murmured, leaning forward. “I know I screwed up, but I—”
Before I could finish, the tension broke, spilling into something bigger than words. I pulled him forward, pressing my lips to his.
He froze for a second, then his hands came up, gripping my waist and shoulders, pulling me impossibly close.
The kiss was urgent, desperate, electric.
All the frustration, hurt, and longing flowed into that single contact.
I tangled my hands in his hair, pressed against him, letting the heat of him ground me.
His lips moved over mine with purpose, teeth and tongue testing, claiming, needing. My chest pressed against his, every nerve ending alive. I let out a soft gasp into the kiss, and he responded immediately, pulling me tighter, pressing closer, grounding us both in that moment.
The argument, the hurt, the betrayal, they all melted into that kiss.
The room around us disappeared. His hands roamed, feeling, exploring, reverent in a way that made my breath catch.
I felt him everywhere at once, and I responded just as urgently, letting my body answer him with every brush, every shiver, every low murmur that escaped my lips.
We broke apart, breathing fast, hearts hammering, the heat between us crackling. He traced a thumb along my jaw, eyes dark with intensity, voice low. “Next time, talk to me first.”
“I know,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against his. “I know.”
The kiss was slow at first, gradually deepening, building.
In an instant his hands were on me. Running down my arms, my back.
He grabbed my ass hard, and pulled me into him, grinding against me.
I broke from his mouth, breathless, and tilted my head as he buried his face in my neck.
Hot, wet kisses set my skin alight, and a deep moan fluttered out of me when he sucks it between his teeth.
My hands trailed down his chest, undoing his buttons as he hurriedly pushed my blazer from my shoulders.
We fumbled out of the main barriers in the dark, and I licked my lips, pressing them to his pecs as I sucked at his nipples in turn.
His breathing got heavy, and his hands fisted in my hair.
Taking my time, peppering soft kisses to his hot flesh, my fingers found his belt.
A muffled growl vibrated in his chest the moment my hand made contact with his hard cock through the thin fabric of his boxers.
My own breathing kicked up at the feel of it straining for my touch.
I slid my hand into his boxers. “Jesus.” It came out in a shaky breath.
He took my face with both his hands, and pressed his mouth to mine in a desperate, biting kiss. My lips tingled maddeningly when he finally broke away, and said, “Take it out.” His voice was thick and heavy with desire.
The sound of it caused the ache between my legs to grow stronger. Almost painful with want.
I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, and carefully slipped it down to just below his ass.
He gave a deep groan of pleasure when I wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking him steadily.
Full and pulsing in my hand, a warm trickle of arousal pooled in my underwear at the idea of having all of that inside me.
His own excitement spilled out of him too, and coated my fingers.
The urge was too much to resist, and I dropped to my knees to taste him.
This time his moan of pleasure was loud and clear, as I closed my mouth around the tip of his cock.
I circled my tongue over the smooth pulsing head, and then slowly inched down the length of him, sucking him off with relish.
He buried his fingers in my hair, and gripped tightly, straining against his need to push deep into my throat. His thighs trembled under my hands.
“Stop,” he said, lightly tugging my head. “You need to stop.”
He gave a disappointed groan when I released him, but seemed relieved just the same.
I licked the taste of him off my lips, as I looked up at him.
He let out a long, quivering breath, eyes closed, most likely envisioning ducks on a pond if I had to guess.
When next he opened them, his usually clear eyes were shot dark with arousal, and he scooped me up and pinned me to the door again, hiking my thighs high around his waist.
Fumbling with the clasp at my back, he snapped off my bra in one movement.
His eyes dropped to my breasts, and his tongue came out to wet his lips.
Hands on my hips, he lowered his head. I wrapped my thighs around his waist and pulled him close, throwing my head back as I melted into the delicious feel of his mouth on my skin.
He flicked my stiff nipple with his tongue, and then sucked me in.
The ache in my core began to pulse and throb.
I’d never needed anything as much as I needed him right now.
My breath came hot and heavy as I clutched his head to me, not wanting any of this to ever end.
And just when I thought my body couldn’t take any more, he slid his hand between my legs.
His fingers moved in firm strokes, teasing me through my underwear that was already soaked through.
“What do we have here?” he asked, smirking at me. So pleased with himself for getting me all wet without even trying.
“What do you think?”
He pushed my underwear aside, touched skin to skin, and I nearly lost my mind.
The feel of his firm, steady stroking on my clit sent sparks of arousal shooting down my shaking legs.
More of me dripped out, and he slipped two fingers inside my slick entrance, pumping in and out while his strong arm across my back held me steady.
I started to unravel, the coil of desire in my core wearing thin.
Ready to shatter into a million pieces. Never mind that we were holed up in a closet in a public place.
Never mind that I wasn’t finished making things right with him.
This was more important.
This rampant desire wasn’t going anywhere.
“Hunter.” He kissed my jaw, my neck, my chest. “I need you inside me.”
He let go of me for as long as it took to tear my underwear off and then, with his arm back around me, looking deep into my eyes, he slid his cock into me.
His breath was hot and quivering on my lips.
I lifted up my thighs to open more of myself to him.
He went deeper. We both collapsed into each other in a flurry of blissful moaning.
There was no problem too big when we were together like this. How could anything not work out?
He kissed me softly, as he edged out of me, and then slowly pushed the entire length of his cock back inside.
He went deep, stealing my breath away. I felt as though I could burst into flames, so consumed was I by this burning desire to have even more.
I clung to him, my fingers digging into the flesh of his back.
His thrusts took on a more urgent purpose, harder, faster, as he panted against the side of my neck.
His intention was clear in the pull of his muscles, as was his restraint. He was waiting for me.
He grunted, driving into me even harder.
His movements picked up pace, and I knew that he was no longer in control of where this was going.
The wave he was riding was now riding him.
An explosion of wet heat erupted between my legs, and the sound of sex and our ragged breathing filled the small space.
I bit back a moan. I was so fucking close to the edge of oblivion it was ringing in my ears.
“Don’t stop,” I said, breathless, clinging to him for dear life. “Don’t ever stop.”
The door creaked dangerously with the way he was pumping into me, every thrust threatening to send us hurtling straight through it.
Using both his hands, he pinned my arms above my head, leaning into me.
With his tongue, with his generous cock.
Who needed breath when there was ecstasy to be had?
Thousands of tiny lights begin to pop behind my lids, but even then I didn’t come up for air.
I held onto him with everything I had. Maybe that way he’d forgive me faster.
The muscles in my core clamped down and quivered around his shaft.
He drove into me hard, reaching the very edge of the cliff with me.
And together we fell over it, our bodies wracked with a climax that left us quaking.
Every breath was a needy whimper that slowly simmered down to tired panting.
We stayed that way, fixed together, as he emptied himself in me, his cock twitching with wave after wave of my mind-blowing orgasm.
“Can I stop now?” he asked, chuckling softly into my neck. The feel of his wide smile against me was pure bliss.
“Only because they’ll probably send out a search party in a minute.”
Eventually, we pulled apart and threw our clothes back on in some semblance of decency.
My jumpsuit smoothed, his hair fixed perfectly in that way that made him look both wrecked and impossibly attractive.
We laughed softly at each other’s messiness, a shared giddy relief that the storm bearing down on us had broken.
“Ready?” My hand was on the handle, waiting for his go-ahead.
He nodded stiffly, checking his tie one last time. “Ready.”
I pulled open the door, stifling a laugh as Hunter rushed up behind me for one last kiss before we had to face the real world. A blinding light stopped us both in our tracks. Not a light, no. Once I’d blinked the blurriness from my eyes, I realized it had been a flash. From a camera.
I blinked and the reporter was gone, leaving just Hunter and me in the stunned remains of his headline-grabbing scoop.
“Well, shit,” Hunter said, running a hand through his hair.