Page 30 of Holidate Fail
But she did it.
The kiss was wonderful. Firm, taking from her but giving to her in the same touch. His lips settled easily over hers, grazing and tasting, before he increased the pressure.
Holy hell, if just that little bit was enough to make Dahlia turn into a puddle of goo, then what would happen if they kept going?
She opened her mouth.
Instead of plunging forth, Kelly eased up, but his hands stayed on her face, leaving her skin sizzling. Dahlia’s defenses raised, bracing herself for the teasing or laughing or rejection that was sure to happen.
Back off, sympathetic nervous system. She’d been with this man for a whole day, had known him when she was younger, and not once did she witness him being purposefully cruel. It wasn’t fair to him, or her, to bring her past along for this ride.
Kelly huffed out a small laugh, his lips still inches from hers. “Wow.”
Wow was good. She could work with wow. She inhaled his heady scent, her mind swirling. She got a good hold of the solid muscles of his forearms while she scooted closer to his body. His gaze dipped to her lips and his eyes filled with heat. And then he kissed her again.
This time she didn’t stay passive, surrendering to the feelings of warmth that curled up inside her. There was no overthinking, no charting out what her tongue, her hands, her hips, should be doing. Sensations guided her response. He moved his hand down and squeezed her shoulder, and his other hand pressed against her back, pushing them close together. It felt so damn good that a hum of approval escaped her mouth.
She should do more with her hands instead of clutching him like he’d disappear if she let go. What he was doing to her felt pretty awesome, so she did it back to him. Caressed his shoulder, held tight to his head, even grasped his hair, the short strands tickling her palm. And he groaned. Like, really groaned, as if her touch lit up his world.
The heady feeling of carefree abandon drop-kicked her rational mind out of the picture. She wanted more. More, more, more and then even more after that. She put her hand on his chest and pulled away to share her newfound knowledge.
Her racing heart made it hard to breathe, and her voice came out on a whisper. “I want—”
“Yes,” Kelly said, his mouth moving to her neck where he nipped and sucked and licked. “Whatever you want, it’s yours. Take it.”
Heat instantly pooled low in her belly. But her thighs. And her extra weight with her polite-society curves. She hesitated.
Her past needed to stay behind her. Her present was here. Now.
Kelly palmed her breast through her shirt. His thumb brushed her nipple, and all thought fled.
Before she knew it, she had straddled his lap, his shorts and her rainbow panties the only thing separating them from intimacy. And even then, she could feel his hard length in her most sensitive spot.
This also put her breasts at his mouth level, and he wasted no time nibbling her through her shirt. She gasped and wrapped her hands around his head while his other arm dragged her even closer. “Georgia Adventures indeed.”
He chuckled, low and sexy, as his teeth lightly scored her nipple, sending a line of electric heat straight to her core. She never wanted to let him go.
His hand grasped the nape of her neck and tugged down, raising her chin to his eager mouth. He devoured her neck, and all she could do was grip his shoulders to keep from falling. Her hips moved of their own volition, driving against the hard bulge of his erect penis.
With his hand still in her hair, he wrapped a solid arm around her waist and lifted her into the air, giving her the sensation of flying into sweet bliss. He twisted his body to lay her on the bed and settled between her legs, propped on one arm.
“Hi.” He grinned like a boy in a candy shop about to eat the sweetest treat on the shelf.
“Hi to you, too.” That breathy response was all she could manage with his delicious weight pressing her into the mattress.
“Just want to make sure you’re still on board with this hot, sweaty romp we’re about to have.” Kelly trailed a finger between her breasts and kissed her neck again. She squirmed beneath him. “Because I’m planning on getting you naked and giving you as many orgasms as we can manage before check out time.”
His fingers curled at the hem of her shirt, tickling her skin and adding to the heat his words raised in her. She nudged her hips at him. He groaned, guttural and all in his chest, but he didn’t move.
Why wasn’t he moving?
“Dahlia.” His voice rumbled in her ear and sent chills over her body. “Say yes.”
“Oh, yes.”
She had barely finished the word before Kelly stripped her shirt off in one smooth motion, then tossed it to the floor. One nipple went into his mouth while his hand played with the other.
Her mind took flight, aware of nothing but the darts of heat and the slickness gathering between her thighs. He rocked against her, and she cried out in wanting.
