Page 81 of Holiday Interference
“I want to ride you,” I whisper. “Right here, right now.”
His jaw clenches. His pupils go dark.
And then he’s all hands—lifting my dress, dragging my underwear down with a groan as his fingers slide between my thighs.
“You’re already so wet,” he growls, voice gone gritty. “Fucking perfect.”
I gasp as he circles my clit with his thumb, sending a rush of heat through my core.
He leans up and kisses the curve of my neck, slow and deep, like he’s memorizing the shape of me with his mouth.
“Let me take care of you first.”
I brace my hands against the backseat as he moves lower, and then I’m biting my lip to keep from moaning too loud in a public parking lot while his mouth wrecks me.
Tongue, lips, teeth—he uses everything. With focus. With hunger.
Like he’s starving for me.
Like I’m the only thing that could ever satisfy.
I come with his name in my throat, shaking against his shoulders as he holds me there through every wave of it.
But I don’t let him retreat. I pull him back up, reach for his belt, and kiss him through the taste of myself on his lips.
“My turn.”
He groans, head falling back against the headrest as I free him from his pants. His cock is thick and hard in my hand, and he swears again when I wrap my fingers around him.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he rasps.
“Not yet.”
He laughs, but it’s breathless and full of heat as I guide him to my center and sink down slowly.
We both gasp.
The stretch. The pressure. The overwhelmingrightnessof it.
“Fuck, Noelle,” he grits out. His hands lock on my hips, fingers digging in. “You feel like heaven.”
I ride him slow at first, savoring it. Watching his face tighten, his jaw flex. Feeling every deep slide as he fills me completely.
His eyes lock with mine, and something passes between us—raw, unspoken, inevitable.
“I don’t want anyone else,” he says, voice rough with need. “You hear me? I’m yours.”
I kiss him like I believe it.
Because I do.
Because I want him to be mine, too.
His hands flex. He thrusts up to meet me, harder now. I whimper as I rock faster, heat coiling low in my belly.
“Say it,” he growls. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, broken on a breath. “Only yours.”
