He was so sure of himself. And, fuck, it was a turn-on. I liked it even if I wanted to throw it all back in his face in the same second.
Hollin leaned into me. “That right?”
I opened my mouth to say some other smart-ass response when his hands dragged my hips forward, and I tumbled into his lap. My skirt slid up dangerously high on my thighs. And I could tell immediately how much I’d affected him.
“What are you doing?” I demanded breathily.
I should be standing up right this minute. I should shove away from him and tell him to never touch me again. But I didn’t. I sat there, straddling his powerful thighs, my hands on his shoulders and his face mere inches from my lips.
“I want you, Piper,” he said, his voice like smoke.
“Hollin…” I gasped out.
“I want to kiss you right now. Clearly, that’s a bad idea…”
Oh, fuck it.
Without an ounce of warning, I crashed my lips down onto his. It was like fireworks on the Fourth of July, wrapped up in opening presents on Christmas morning. It was everything I’d ever wanted in a kiss and more. His hands pushed up into my hair, sealing our lips together. His tongue roved against my lips until I opened for him, and then I was a goner. Utterly and completely gone. His tongue slid inside my mouth, taking control of the kiss I’d initiated. The first sweep of his tongue against my own sent shivers down my back. I squirmed against him, and he groaned, shifting his hips upward.
“I’ve been hard all day thinking about you,” he growled against my lips.
“Oh God,” I managed to get out as his lips ravaged across my jaw and down to my neck. The scratch of his beard made me hold on to him for dear life.
“Tell me you want me.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes, that’s what I want to do to you,” he said.
His hands slipped out of my hair and down my back. He grasped my hips and forced me hard against him. Holding me down into place over his cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I rolled my hips in micro circles against the thick length of him, wanting nothing but this friction to release all this pent-up energy.
Suddenly, his lips were back on mine. With the roll of his hips against my core and his mouth conquering me, I was close to releasing right then and there. It had been a long time since something other than my own hand and toy had gotten me off. I had a feeling Hollin would accept nothing less.
“Piper,” he said as his hands trailed up and down my bare thighs, circling inward to my inner thighs and back up. He was getting closer and closer to where I wanted him.
“Hmm?” I gasped.
“I need your ass over that table.”
I blinked at him, love-drunk on the endorphins coursing through me. “What?”
He didn’t wait for another explanation. He lifted me with ease and flipped me around so that I was facing away from him in his lap. He’d picked me up as if I were weightless. Then, he pressed me forward until my face and chest were against the center table in the tour bus. My skirt hiked up nearly to my hips. From this angle, he had the perfect view of everything. My ass was on full display with the blue of my thong the only scrap of fabric covering my pussy.
His hands were on me, pushing my skirt up and out of the way. He appreciatively rubbed my ass a few times.
“You should always wear skirts,” he informed me. “Though I sure do like your ass in your tight jeans.”
I moaned as his hands slipped dangerously close to my thong. I clenched my hands on the table to keep myself from pushing back into his hands. To show exactly how desperate I was for his touch.
“How many do you want?”
“Want?”
His giant hand came down on my right ass cheek. I yelped softly at the sting, but pleasure flooded through me in the aftermath of the pain. Desire pooled in my core. I had already been wet from our kiss. I was going to soak through my panties now.
“That was one,” he teased as he rubbed his hands all over my ass again. “How many?”
“More,” was the only word I could get out.
I couldn’t see the smirk that was likely on his face, but I heard his grunt of approval right before he brought his hand back down on the exact same spot on my ass. I whimpered at the second one, squirming to escape the pain, even as my entire body was set on fire.
He jerked me backward and braced an arm across my back. “Two.”
Then, he swatted at me again on the other cheek. A quick series right, left, right. I gasped in pain as I tried to rub my legs together. I needed release. Holy shit. I needed it bad. I was close, and he hadn’t even touched me. But I wouldn’t get there without rubbing my clit.