Wild Collision (Us 4)

It’s not hurried or frantic, even though desperation surges through my veins.

I find my bare body pressed into the cool leather and Goosebumps speckle my skin.

His lips leave mine, and he kisses his way down my body.

My fingers tug on his hair and he growls low in his throat.

He looks up, his eyes shimmering with a need for approval.

I nod once, my lips parted but I can’t find the words to speak.

I have to give him credit. I know he’d s

top if I wanted to—it doesn’t matter we’re both buck ass naked. But I don’t want to stop. I’ve been fighting my attraction to him for weeks, trying to do the right thing, but I can’t deny this any longer. I don’t want to. Whatever this is between us, we’re both smart enough to know it’s rare. I don’t have any expectations of it going anywhere, not with someone with his reputation, and if this is all I get I’ll take it gladly.

My heart threatens to burst out of my chest.

My back arches off the couch as his tongue latches onto my center.

“Oh my God,” I moan, my fingers clawing at the couch, at anything that I can hold onto.

He does magical, wicked things with his tongue. Things I didn’t even know were possible.

I find myself panting his name and he smiles against me. With a gasp and then a cry I fall apart, my legs shaking. I’ve never orgasmed so hard in my life and he wasn’t even inside me.

Something tells me he’s going to kill me—at least it’ll be a pleasant death.

I run my hands along the planes of his chest, down his abs, lower—he grabs my hand and growls, “Not yet.”

Before I can blink he has both my hands pinned above my head in one of his, his grip strong. I know I could break it if I wanted, but I don’t. I know I’m not in any danger.

With my hands trapped, he takes his time peppering kisses all over my body. When he swirls his tongue around one of my nipples and then the other I make an embarrassing squeaking noise and he smirks.

I try to get my hands loose then—if only to wipe the smirk off his face, but he shakes his head and I give in, stilling once more.

He nips at my shoulder, leaving a stinging bite he then soothes with a swipe of his tongue. It might leave a spot but I can’t bring myself to care.

Minutes pass as he explores my body, taking his time, memorizing every curve and dip in my body. I won’t be surprised if he can draw a detailed map of it later.

He still refuses to let me touch him, growling every time I try to get my hands free. I succeed once and he then clasps each of my hands in one of his. It presses his hard body closer to mine, so really I think I’m winning here.

When he finally lets me go he reaches over, picking his jeans up from the floor. He grabs a condom from his wallet and rips open the foil, rolling the condom down his considerable length.

I watch everything he does, every movement, every breath. I want to be here in this moment completely with Hollis—where everything will change. I know it, and from the look in his, eyes he knows it too.

There’s no coming back from this.

Once we do this it changes everything.

We won’t be able to avoid each other, but what’s craziest of all is I don’t think either of us wants to.

He stares down at me beneath him, his eyes reverent like I’m some mighty goddess spread before him, not plain old Mia.

He grabs the base of his cock, aligning himself to my center and slowly pushes inside. My body tightens at the intrusion, it’s been a while, and despite myself, I’m nervous.

He lowers his body over mine, his hair brushing my forehead. “Relax,” he murmurs. “It’s only me.”

I want to tell him that’s the problem.