Free Arresting Holli by Lissa Matthews

moving long enough to satisfy that bit of thirst just yet.
    He raised his knees behind her, a flesh wall that she butted up against when she thrust onto his cock. His breath shuddered in his chest, his throat issued sounds she’d never heard from a man before, and he came hard, holding her down while he jerked and bucked through his orgasm.
    Holli lowered her head and gave in to the desire to taste his skin, licking from the outer edge of his shoulder, along his collarbone, up the side of his neck, and nipped at his jaw, his chin, and finally at his full lower lip. She tugged on it with both of hers, then slipped her tongue inside. This time his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him, flush against his chest, belly, and groin, and it was the first time since he’d cuffed her wrists to the bed that she wished to be set free. She wanted to touch him with her fingers, hold and caress him with her hands.
    His hands fisted in her hair and pulled her away. He gave a peck to the end of her nose that made her giggle, then looked into her eyes. There was still a good amount of hunger there for her to see, a great deal of lust, but it was all mixed with tenderness. She could literally stare into his eyes forever.
    She smiled to herself. A little dramatic yes, but true nonetheless.
    “Ms. James? Do you feel any remorse for the actions that led you to this place?”
    She shook her head, lowering her eyes demurely. As if. “No, Officer Hunky. Sadly I do not.”
    “That’s a shame. It seems I’ll have to continue to interrogate you until you see and admit the error of your ways.”
    She’d take his brand of interrogation any day of the week and twice on Sundays. “Yes, sir.”
    “I can’t allow you to leave without making sure you understand what breaking the law will get you.”
    She raised her gaze back up to his. There was a twinkle in his eyes. “If it gets me in bed with you over and over again, I’ll break the law every time.”
    That earned her a swat on her still-smarting ass and a deep rumbling laugh from his chest. “Naughty girl.”

    * * * * *

    “You need a bigger shower,” Holli said from behind the curtain.
    Michael nodded in agreement even though she couldn’t see it. She was taking a shower first, and he would follow once she was done. It was the one thing in his apartment that he would change.
    He loved the wood floors, the ornate mantel, the brick of the fireplace, the character that the historical attributes gave. He loved the open floor plan, the very modern kitchen, the spacious bedroom. The small bathroom, not so much, not when only one person could fit in it comfortably and two was just overcrowding to an almost fire code violation.
    He was leaning against the doorjamb, waiting for her to finish. Still naked too and, by the looks of it below his waist, his dick was waiting just as eagerly as the rest of him, if not more so.
    When had he wanted a woman this much that he could spend hours having sex with her? Or just spend hours with her? He and Holli , though, they just seemed to click, and that was okay by him.
    “I’ll be right out. Just getting the rest of the soap out of my hair.”
    “I’m here.”
    “Okay.” She pulled the curtain to the side enough to step out but not enough to get water all over his floor. He was there, as he’d said, and wrapped a towel around her body. “Thank you.”
    Michael kissed the top of her head and stepped into the shower. He turned down the hot water just a tad, then doused himself under the spray. “You’re welcome.”
    “So what are we going to do now?”
    She hadn’t left the bathroom. It was kind of cozy like that. Him in the shower. Her getting dressed or brushing her hair or putting on makeup. Whatever, really, just the fact they were there together. It was, again, one of those intimacies that couples and lovers shared. He wanted to be that with her. A couple. Lovers.
    “What do you want to do?”
    “Honestly? I’d like to eat. I’m