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“God, Holly, you feel so good.” Careful not to hurt her, I slide in as slowly as I can. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this good… ever.” Hovering over her, I drop my head back and clench my teeth to hold on. It’s like being dipped into warm honey, and I want to make it last.
Finding a nice, steady rhythm, I let her take me in as far as she can. Looking down at her expression, her face contorts and releases with my thrusts, and reaching out, she clamps her hands onto my hips. Leaning down, I press my weight against her nub, and she moves against me. Her fingers dig in at my waist, and she pulls me closer. Thrusting harder, I know she’s on the edge.
“Holly, baby, just let go.”
“Mmm…” she mumbles, turning her head to the side.
With my next thrust, her back arches off of the bed, and she cries out as I press against her in just the right way. Pulling back just a tiny bit, I thrust again, bumping against that spot deep inside that makes her crazy, just as I take her to her peak.
“Oh god, Seth!”
With her gorgeous body trembling beneath me, she falls back against the mattress, and with a few more deep, final thrusts, I bury myself deep inside and let go.
Falling into a heap around her, I cradle her in my arms as our sweat mingles and our breaths slow together.
Somehow, this brilliant country club goddess and guy from the streets have come together for this one night, and nothing has ever felt better.
Lifting my head, I roll onto my side and pull her toward me. As she lays her head on my chest, she looks up at me. Gazing down into her beautiful, relaxed face, I know I’m fucked.
We had a connection I’ve never had with anyone else, and I’m destined to keep that promise I made a little while ago. I will protect her, no matter what. That means, even if we’re never together again, I will make sure that no one ever hurts her.
Because the guys may call me Dynamite for one reason—but none of them bothered to learn the characteristics of dynamite. Yeah, it’s explosive, but its primary asset is that it’s incredibly loyal.
Dynamite is loyal to whoever lights its fuse.
Pulling Holly closer, I kiss her on the top of her head.
And there’s no doubt who lights mine.
Chapter Nine
Dynamite
Rolling over, I smile when I see Holly on the opposite side of the bed from me. She’s still out cold. Frankly, after the third round last night, I was also out, but this morning, I’m feeling pretty great. Looking at Holly’s gorgeous face and beautiful naked body tangled up in my sheets, I know exactly why. Smiling, she murmurs as she sleeps. Does she know she does that?
Suddenly, my good mood darkens as I realize that for her to know she talks in her sleep, someone would have to tell her. Unfortunately, I know exactly who that someone is—Dr. Robert Covens. Reaching up with one hand, I scrub my face, trying to wash away the thought of Robert’s manicured hands all over her beautiful body. Yeah, he’s rich and a doctor and probably smart, but what does a spoiled man like that know about taking care of a woman? What can he offer her?
The light coming through my bedroom window catches my attention, and I turn toward it. Looking out, I see morning dawn and the sun rise on my neighborhood—a neighborhood filled with poverty and filth and decay. Sorrow swallows me like I’m being sucked into a blackhole.
What can a man like Robert offer her? Everything I can’t.
Careful not to wake her, I roll onto my side and place my feet onto the cold wood floor. I stand, stretching my arms overhead.
Stealing one more peek at Holly lying there, now with a gentle sunray falling across her face, I’m overwhelmed. Putting a hand to my chest, I take a deep breath.
So what if this was only one night? At least I had the one night with her.
On that thought, I make my way to the kitchen to scrounge together some breakfast.
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Carrying a tray into the bedroom, I’m pretty proud of the fact that I’ve managed to pull together a breakfast of eggs, toast, and fruit—even if it is canned fruit—and make it look presentable. On the tray, I’ve also added a Ring Ding with a candle to make up for not having flowers. Yeah, I could have run to the florist up the street, but I really didn’t want to leave her. Besides, after the last flower debacle, it’s probably better not to mess with them.
“Seth?” Waking up, she slides into a seated position, leaning back against the wall behind the bed. Right now, I wish I had a headboard. And a way to keep this moment preserved forever.
“Morning.”
Pointing to the tray, she smiles. “Is that for me?”
