Free It's Not Christmas Without You (The Holloway Series) by HelenKay Dimon Page B

harsh pants. “I missed you so much.”
    He whispered the confession against her mouth before moving to her neck and that delicious spot at the base of her throat. When she opened her legs, he moved between them and pushed her tighter against the wall. With a sharp intake of breath, she dropped her head to the side, giving him greater access and he took it. He nibbled his way across her collarbone, with soft bites and smooth kisses.
    Her head rolled against the wall while small half breaths, half moans played on her lips. “We need to set out some rules.”
    “Uh-huh.” He reached the top of her shirt and nudged it aside with his nose.
    One of her hands slipped into his hair. “Austin.”
    “Later.” When she inched her foot up his calf, tangling her toes in the material, he caught her under her knee and tugged her leg higher on his hip. The move pushed her skirt right to danger territory. Taking advantage, he shifted his lower half and rubbed his erection against her panties. Her heat radiated through his jeans as he stretched his body over hers.
    “Yes.” Her fingers went to his shoulders and shoved and pulled.
    He stepped back and let his jacket drop to the floor. Fingernails scratched through his shirt just before a cool blow of air brushed against his skin. Desperate to feel her hands all over him, he signaled his brain to move. His mouth left her skin only long enough to shrug off both shirts.
    Then his chest was bare and her hands smoothed over his muscles. “We need to keep this in perspective.”
    He had no idea what she was saying. The words blurred in his head as the heat thumped around them. He wanted her clothes off with skin against skin.
    “We can talk after.” His hands moved to her shirt. Fingers shook as he struggled to free the tiny white buttons from their holdings. “I promise.”
    He bent down and pressed a line of kisses over the skin he’d exposed. The creamy softness of the tops of her breasts. The peppery scent of her skin from the bath set he gave her for her last birthday. It all spun around him until the last of his control snapped.
    He bent down and slipped her other leg around his waist, balancing her weight between the wall and his hips. Without any effort, he pulled back, taking her with him. He lifted her and felt her slim arms wrap around his neck. She pressed kisses across his jaw until she found his mouth again.
    Knocked backward by the force of her kiss, he stopped. Standing in the middle of her family room with his heart hammering, he held her. His hands flexed on her bare thighs as his tongue slipped into her hot mouth.
    After a few seconds, she swept the tip of her tongue over his lips. “Bedroom.”
    She didn’t have to ask twice. He’d have a heart attack if he didn’t get inside her soon. Six months without her, thinking about her and remembering, kept him in a near-constant state of arousal. Even when he’d wanted to hate her, the need for her broke through.
    “Austin.” She placed her palms on his cheeks. “Walk. Now.”
    “Right.”
    Easing his fingers under the elastic of her panties, he touched her. He felt her wetness as her hot breath blew across his ear.
    He walked faster. His erection brushed against her panties with each step. When he hit the doorway to her bedroom, his arms shook. He could hold her forever. This was about tunneling under her clothes, stripping her bare and kissing every inch of her.
    When his knees hit the bed, he turned and sat down. She straddled him with her knees pressing against his thighs. Her shirt hit the floor a second later.
    With a click, he had her bra open. Sliding the straps down her arms, he unveiled her breasts. Round with tight nipples, pale and perfect for his hands. He caressed her with his hands and mouth, licking his way until he found her nipple.
    “Now.” She tugged on his hair until he lifted his head. “You’re right, we can go slow later.”
    His mouth covered hers as his hands pushed her skirt to her