Page 34 of Huge Dynamite
Taking a swallow, she turns and looks out my picture window. “Do you have a balcony?”
“Yeah. Not much of a view, though.”
“Can I?”
As she crosses the room, I watch her long, toned legs peeking out of the bottom of my T-shirt as she walks away.
“Let me get that.”
Unlocking the patio door, I open it for her, and leaving our beers on my table by the balcony door, we both step outside.
“Gosh, what a beautiful night,” she whispers.
From my balcony, we can see the dirty street and the busy entranceway to the highway.
“I love the city,” she murmurs as she rests her hands on the railing. “I love the feel of it, the electricity, the heartbeat, the realness of it—I don’t think I really care which city, but I would never live anywhere else by choice.” Shivering, she runs her hands up and down her arms. “It’s chilly tonight.”
Walking up behind her, I open my arms wide and reaching around her, I hold the balcony rail on either side of her. She leans back against my chest and rests her head on my shoulder.
“Are you cold?” I whisper into her ear.
“Not anymore.”
Letting go of the balcony, I wrap my arms around her body, pulling her even closer.
“Seth…” Purring my name, she snuggles tighter against me.
Taking her hand, I spin her around so we’re facing one another, and my arms are wrapped around her small waist. The red light from the flashing sign across the street reflects off of her gorgeous face.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper. Reaching out, I slip one hand behind her neck and slide my fingers through her soft hair.
“Seth…” She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh.
Holding her, I move in closer, and finally… after all this waiting and wondering… I lean closer still. As her breath races, meshing with mine, my lips find hers.
Pressing her mouth against mine, she snakes her arms up around my shoulders and rests them on the back of my neck, sending little shivers down my spine.
“God, Holly…”
Kissing her with more force now, she lets me open her mouth, and my tongue makes its way in—darting in and out, thrusting hard and strong as my hands grip her hips and my fingers grab at the sides of her T-shirt greedily. My mind races with images of her slim hip with the tattoo of the bird in flight.
Backing us up against the patio door, we hit with more force than I intend. She lands with a gasp but pushes against me harder still.
Leaning my hips against her, the freaking bulge in my jeans is now rock-hard—there’s no way she’s missing this. Bending my knees and stooping down, I line up the top of my member with her soft silk panties. Because of my damned jeans, I can’t feel the silk, but I glide against her easily.
Moving against me in response, she whispers, “That feels so good.”
That’s it. Reaching down and grabbing her by the waist, I hoist her up onto my hips. Straddling me, she murmurs as my hands cup her round, tight ass, and I carry her inside and to the bedroom. Gently laying her down on the bed, I pause to yank my shirt over my head, and her gaze runs up and down my body. It’s like she’s taking inventory as she looks from one of my strong arms to the other. Then, her gaze lingers on my abs and the strip of hair I have cascading upward from my jeans.
I need to be closer to her. Climbing onto the bed, I crawl my way to her. Stopping when I’m above her, I hover there, leaning down over her, kissing her gently on the lips. Arching her back, she meets my kiss with so much passion, I have to force myself to slow down.
Dropping down and resting on one side, I reach out with my free hand, and taking her chin lightly, I turn her to face me.
“Is this okay?” I whisper as I trace her cheek.
“It’s better than okay,” she whispers back.
Nodding, my hand cups her chin, and my thumb slides back and forth across the adorable dimple between her chin and lower lip. Sliding my thumb higher, I trace the outline of her lips like I did just before.
