Wild Collision (Us 4)

I want to keep feeling as alive as I do in this moment.

I lean back and my elbows land on the piano keys with a clang. Neither of us pauses at the sound. He continues to kiss me, like we have all the time in the world and no time at all.

My fingers delve into his silky hair, pulling him closer.

We’re a tangle of limbs, tongues, and feelings we cannot voice.

It’s overwhelming.

Consuming.

He picks me up then, my legs tightening around his waist and my arms wrapping around his strong solid shoulders. He carries me out of the booth and into the room. He lays me down on the couch, the cool leather like a bucket of ice against my heated skin. His warm body is over mine in an instant, covering me like a second skin.

Both of us are wild, uncontained, a fire that can’t be controlled or tamed.

He spreads my legs and I gasp helplessly against his lips when his thick hardness presses into my core, straining against the zipper of his jeans.

A small voice shouts at me to stop this now before things go too far, but I tell her to shut up and let me live my life.

This is my choice and I choose Hollis.

At least for now.

My fingers go for the button on his jeans and he freezes, his hand covering mine, halting my movements.

Surprised golden hued eyes meet mine, his lips parted slightly.

“We don’t have to,” he pants, slightly out of breath.

I look up at him, lust clouding my vision but surety strong in heart. “I want this. I want you.”

He swallows thickly. “Are you sure?”

I nod, rubbing my hands over his smooth chest, and the light smattering of chest hair between his pectoral muscles. More trails below his naval growing darker in color.

“I need to hear you say it,” he growls.

“I’m sure.”

In a heartbeat, less even, his lips are on mine once more.

I kiss him back with fervor. I can’t get close enough to him. I need more. I need him.

I push at his shoulders and he sits up. I climb into his lap, taking his face between my hands as I kiss him deeper. The stubble on his cheeks rasps against my palms.

His hands dig into my waist as my hips move against him. My body shakes with need.

It feels twenty degrees hotter in the room than it was before and sweat already dampens both of our skin. I release his lips and he looks at me with hooded eyes as I sit back and peel my shirt over my head. It falls somewhere on the floor behind us.

His eyes flick down to my breasts straining against my bra. He swallows thickly before he slowly raises his intense gaze to mine.

“We’re so fucked,” he whispers, his voice gruff, raw, and utterly delicious.

I tilt my head, my hair falling forward to tickle his chest as my mouth finds his ear. “I thought that’s what we were doing.” I take his earlobe between my teeth and give it a small bite before claiming his lips once more.

Sex has never been like this for me before—and we haven’t even gotten to the actual sex part. This is intense, the stuff you read about but don’t think actually exists. But here it is happening to me, with Hollis of all people. But the way he looks at me, the way he kisses me, it makes me feel worshiped.

We take our time undressing one another.