Page 31 of Holiday on the Rocks
“Just physical? You’ve never thought of me?”
“I don’t ever want to think of you.”
We stood silently, but she didn’t move. She didn’t step away.
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
Her head shook. “No.”
I held her eyes for a long minute. “All you have to do is step away. Why are you still here in this corner?”
She spoke in a broken whisper. “I don’t know.”
I leaned in closer. Her being so close made the air thick with an intoxicating scent of desire. “Do you want me to move?”
“No. Yes.” Her breath was on my face.
I whispered, “I think we’re in a fucktangular.”
The corner of her mouth turned up. “What?”
“A fucktangular is a situation which is complicated and messy in multiple pleasant ways.”
She swallowed hard.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Allie?”
“No.”
I was about to step away when she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me to her, our lips a breath apart. Every muscle in me was pulsing. Gently, slowly as our mouths still fit together perfectly. Her lips led mine while my hand traveled to her neck and into her hair as hers travelled to my chest.
The kiss was torturously slow and hot. She felt so fucking good, and I had to catch my breath when she pressed her chest into mine. My hand traveled to the small of her back, and I pulled her closer while a quiet gasp escaped her. I wanted to possess her, body and soul.
But she had control, and I’d have it no other way. She clung to my shoulders while she was restless in my arms. Her hands raked through my hair as the kisses grew deeper and faster like we’d been starving forever.
We’d been starving forever.
THIRTEEN
ALLIE
TIME WARP
I was in a time warp, and I couldn’t get close enough. My mind was thrashing like a boat on out-of-control waves; I didn’t want what I wanted. It was a dark, primal desire that I knew could never truly be quenched.
I was jittery with a spinning head as I realized he was tasting me like someone who’d been living on Ramen and was suddenly served filet mignon. His fingers slid through my hair as we pressed together. His body heat wrapped around me like a blanket leaving my brain oozy, and I wanted more and more and more.
For years I’d fought the memories of Levi. But under the surface I’d craved the man who could be both a gentleman and the beast that would hold me by my wrists and take what he wanted.
His hand traveled to my neck and his thumb glided over my collar bone. A low groan went from his mouth to mine and was fuel being poured on the fire that was me as I pulled him closer. My thighs were trembling as his lips trailed down my neck to the sensitive area below my ear.
Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh…
My common sense was being drowned by the sensations firing through every cell in my body. My legs were the consistency of water as I held onto his shoulders as falling down was something I did often.
I don’t know what force overtook my body and beat my brain into submission, but the next thing I knew my fingers had slid under his shirt and the heat of his skin burned my fingertips in the best possible way. A low rumble went from his mouth to mine before his hands slid down and held my bottom.
His taste and touch brought it back like the recovering heroin addict being served up a platter of the one thing that could destroy her after providing the high that only it could. As he caged me against the wall in the storage closet, I knew we were on a speeding train that would be impossible to stop. Could anything stop this?
