Sex Addict (Cowboy Addiction 2)

To hell with what Kit held in store. Kemper had ideas of his own.

Chapter Eleven

Kit felt like a ticking time bomb ready to implode. He wasn’t about to explode inside the little wench. She’d like that too much, and he wasn’t about to let her win.

Well, at least not yet.

His lips and nose twitched as he resisted the unfathomable urge to go to her. After watching how much she enjoyed Kemper’s oral affections, he’d ached for her. He’d wanted his cock pounding inside her.

She’d made him so erect he was obsessed with fucking her. Hell, he couldn’t even finish his list of questions. He was distracted, distant.

He paced the room while he waited on Kemper to rejoin them. Lately, all he did was walk the floor. She was making him crazy. He stared down the bridge of his nose and noticed his hard cock pressing forward.

She was also making him very hard.

Her willingness to train was like a double dose of arousal. In the last forty-eight hours, he’d discovered information about Holly’s past, asked her to leave, and then toted her down here to the dungeon where he ultimately introduced her to some of his favorite things. Now, he couldn’t wait to lay her down and love her. All was forgiven, and yet he was anything but satisfied by the answers she’d supplied.

That was when his motives became clear. He wasn’t interested in her past. Not in the way she might have thought. Oh no, he was worried about their future. Maybe that was the driving force behind his curiosity all along. Perhaps after he learned of her eclectic taste in men, he feared losing her.

Was that possible?

Damn straight. He loved her too much to let her go, and because of his own stubbornness, he’d never really told her how he felt.

Maybe it took an e-mail to make him realize how much he cared for her. Then he endured physical pain, true agony, at the thought of letting her go. If she’d left him when he asked, he would’ve been heartbroken, and that knowledge brought with it another new discovery. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Holly.

Aware of Holly watching him, he turned his back and refused to let her tempt him further. She was still spread out over that damn bench, and it took all the strength he had to keep from going to her.

Domination and submission wasn’t supposed to be like this. If anything, he should’ve been able to control those unexplainable urges to fuck her all the time.

And he thought she had a problem? He believed she battled a sex addiction? What the hell? Was the addiction contagious?

His head spun with ideas. For some reason, he’d never been able to get enough of Holly, and he feared, God help him, she’d always be his weakness. Maybe even his sickness. She held the power to ruin a good man, and that knowledge frightened him.

Then again, he thought, studying her out of the corner of his eye, she’d also become his inner strength. For some reason, he could look at Holly and see his future. Everything in his life—from business to personal ventures—made more sense after Holly entered his world.

He enjoyed personal activities more. And he wasn’t just crediting her with sex. Although, fucking strangers had become a dull pastime long before he met Holly, and with Holly, he simply wanted more of the same.

He could lay her down and love her and be ready to go an hour later. She fed his insatiable appetite. The woman was a wicked lover. That was all there was to it. She must’ve possessed some kind of intimate knowledge, had a way about her that no other woman ever would.

She controlled him. He didn’t like it, but he’d accept it. He’d accept it because he loved her and he feared that love would only grow stronger.

Hell, if he needed verification, he only had to look at Kemper. He was as pussy whipped as any man he’d ever met. Fabulous, just fabulous. Evidently, Kemper wasn’t the only one. He must’ve fallen head over heels, too. Was that possible?

Shit. He knew the answer to that.

No one would ever love him as well as Holly. And the poor thing had to split her affections between him and his brother.

Yes, she was some kind of woman all right.

“You could always come over here and fuck me. We’d both feel better, don’t you think?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as she rolled her forefinger over her perky nipple.

“I’m not done here,” he said, waving around his list of questions.

“Oh,” she drawled, stretching her arms over her head. Wiggling her fingers, she sighed dramatically. “Okay, I’m listening. Continue on. Ask your questions.”

Kit cleared his throat. “I will just as soon as I get you situated.”

She grinned, dipped her hand between her legs, and said, “I’m comfortable.”