Single Dad Seeks Juliet

I need to see Holley.

And I think she needs to see me too.

Thankfully, Chloe is spending the night at Hailie’s, so my decision is easily made.

I yank on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and smash the switch in the closet to turn off the light. I stalk to my bed and pick up my phone, but there’s still no reply from her.

I start typing immediately.Me: What’s your address?The bubbles start to move again, but this time, a message comes through when she’s done.Holley: 848 Longmire Rd.I don’t bother with a reply. I make my way through the silent, dark house on quiet feet, grab my keys and a pair of shoes, and lock the door behind myself before firing up my truck and pointing it in Holley’s direction.I raise my hand to knock on the front door of Holley’s townhouse-style home in one of the quiet sections of San Diego, but it disappears, swinging back into the entry to reveal a wild-eyed Holley, before I even make contact.

She looks electrified with both upset and exhilaration, her jade eyes glowing brightly in the moonlight and her hair down around her shoulders. She’s wearing an open satin robe, a big, simple V-neck white T-shirt underneath, and the lengths of her long, tanned legs are bare.

My heart thrums in the silence between us, beating against the bones in my chest as I try to hold myself back enough to keep from scaring her.

I’m not sure what changed or when it did—or if it even had to. Maybe this feeling for Holley has been here all along, and I’ve just been too confused to realize it.

She shakes her head, raises her shoulders, and opens her mouth to say one simple word. “Jake.”

And that’s all it takes.

I move, launching myself through the door and slamming my lips down on hers. They’re open thanks to her gasp, and I slide my tongue inside immediately, settling both of my hands on the smooth line of her perfectly delicate jaw.

There’s a brief, minuscule moment of surprise—and then she returns the affection in earnest.

Groping hands and exploring tongues, we’re a tornado of activity as we sink into the feel of each other and allow ourselves complete and total emotional freedom.

I run my tongue down the line of hers, and she moans. My dick practically bangs at the zipper of my pants, begging with a desperation I’ve never known to be inside her.

I kick the front door shut behind us and pick her up by the ass, carrying her down the hall. I’ve never been inside her place before, so I don’t know the way to anything, but I’m not exactly in my most discriminating mood. I’ll literally fuck her on the first flat surface other than the floor I can find.

“Bedroom,” Holley breathes, prying her mouth away from mine momentarily to direct me. “Down the back hall.”

I slam my mouth back down on hers and do my best to follow her directions without the aid of sight. We bump into a few walls as a result, but the way it makes Holley giggle is more than worth it.

She smells freshly like lavender, like she took a shower not long ago, and I suck a huge gulp of scented air into my lungs and try to hold it there.

The sound of her groan as I run my tongue down her neck forces me to let out a breath, though, along with a grunt of my own.

She feels so goddamn good.

I nip at her earlobe and lick the skin just behind it, and she shivers in my arms.

My waist bends automatically when my knees hit the soft end of the bed, and I lower our connected bodies to the surface. Eager hands rip the edges of her robe back and tear her T-shirt right down the middle.

It’s a little barbaric, and honestly, a little unexpected for both of us. But her bare breasts bounce freely into the open, heavy and supple and so fucking beautiful I can’t take it.

I lean down and suck a perfect pink nipple into my mouth, and she grabs my head to hold it there. “Jake!” she breathes, the sound of my name on her lips in this capacity making my dick jerk violently in my pants.

I need to be inside her.

When her nails scrape at the hem of my T-shirt, digging gently at the skin of my back as she pulls it up and over my head, I know she feels the same way.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Holley,” I tell her softly against the skin of her breasts just after my shirt clears my head.

She roams her hands over my skin, touching everything and anything within reach.

“You are too,” she says seriously, and I can’t help but smile against the hollow of her throat and groan.