Free Holiday in Danger by Marie Carnay Page B

stroked—every rake of flesh-on-lace pushing her on and driving her forward. She lapped her tongue across his, thrusting it inside his mouth, kissing with all the passion she possessed. It was better than she could have imagined. Magic.
    Running her hands down his chest, she found his jeans. She fumbled with the button and zipper until Ian stilled her hand.
    He pulled back and nipped her ear. “Ladies first.” His words hit hot and quick against her ear and as Ian angled his body toward her, he shoved her legs apart with his hand.
    Wow . He pressed his palm against her panties, rubbing in tight, firm circles as Holly spread her legs wider in the seat. As his fingers slipped beneath the soaked lace, she moaned into his mouth. Need eclipsed all thought. All doubt.
    Over and over Ian stroked her, rubbing her plump clit in rough circles until Holly lost focus. She couldn’t tell up from down or hard from soft—all she could feel were his fingers stroking her to climax.
    As her lips fell open, he grabbed her head with his free hand and kissed her hard. Tongue and lips and fingers, all combining in white-hot heat. Pleasure. Bliss.
    Holly panted into his kiss, moaning and crying as he rubbed harder. Faster. With a grunt, Ian leaned forward and thrust two fingers inside her aching channel, pumping in and out as she shuddered into his palm.
    He pulled back and her eyes fluttered open.
    “Come for me, Holly. Come all over my hand.” Ian slipped his soaked fingers up to her clit and pinched. Oh, God. She came on a wail as he held her head and stared. For a moment, everything disappeared—the car, the storm, even Ian. The only thing was pleasure, rolling through Holly’s body in waves, washing over her like the rain pouring down the windshield. She sagged against Ian and he hoisted her up, pulling her over the console until she collapsed against his chest.
    Holly gasped for breath. Wow . She hadn’t even taken off her clothes and she’d had one of the best orgasms of her life. In a car like a sex-starved teenager. She shifted on Ian’s lap as his hands ran up her back.
    His lips landed soft on her temple. “Still think I wasn’t interested?”
    “You’ve convinced me.” She rose up on her knees and bit her lip. “It’s only fair I return the favor.”
    “You don’t—”
    Her fingers found his lips. “Shh. I want to.” As Holly reached between their bodies to find Ian’s belt, a ringing sound stopped her still. “What is that?”
    “It’s my phone.”
    She tugged on the leather. “Let it go.”
    Ian shifted in the seat. “I can’t.” He grabbed the phone from the console. “It’s my alarm company. Something’s wrong at the house.”
    Holly stilled as Ian swiped the phone on. “Knowles.”
    His jaw clenched and Holly knew it wasn’t good. She eased back into her seat and straightened her dress. Sexy times were over.
    “I understand. I’ll be there in ten.” Ian hung up and started the car.
    “What is it?”
    He frowned and backed out of the space. “Glass break sensors went off to the main house and the camera’s been disabled. Someone’s trying to break in.”
    Oh, no. She buckled her seat belt as they pulled onto the road. “You should call the police. Let them handle it.”
    “They’re on the way.” He punched the gas and they sped down Main. “Can you text Trent? He needs to meet us there.”
    “Okay.” Holly took Ian’s phone and scrolled for Trent’s number. She typed a quick text as Ian barreled toward the edge of town.
    “Are you sure we should be going to the house? What if whoever’s doing this is still there?”
    Ian’s facial muscles twitched. “That’s what I’m hoping for.”
    Holly opened her mouth to protest, but Ian’s phone vibrated in her hand. She glanced at the screen and relief surged through her. “Trent’s on the way.”
    “Good. Hopefully, we can catch whoever’s behind this red-handed.”
    Holly nodded. She wanted this to end as much as Ian, and with