Taking What's His (Shillings Agency 4)

And she’d never felt so safe, so cherished, before.

He backed her out of the way, and kicked the door shut behind them. As soon as it latched, he picked her up and set her against it, stepping between her legs. Groaning, she wrapped them around him and swirled her tongue around his. As they kissed, he arched his hips, pressing against the spot she needed him most.

Breaking off the kiss with a moan, he dropped his forehead on hers. “I didn’t come here just for this. I came here because I don’t want to live without you. Because I need you to be happy.”

“I know.” She cupped his cheeks, smiling up at him. Slowly, she removed his glasses and set them on the table by the door. “I don’t want to live without you, either.”

He swallowed hard. “You don’t?”

“No. Because…” She leaned in and kissed him gently, pulling back before she got too distracted by the feel of his lips on hers. “I love you, too. Have since probably day one, but I didn’t want to admit it. I thought you’d never feel that way about me, so I shut it down. Ignored it all.”

His eyes turned bluer than the ocean on a sunny, summer day. And the smile h

e gave her was as warm as the shining sun. “Seriously?”

“Yes.” She nodded, not breaking eye contact. “Very.”

“I’m the luckiest guy on the earth, then. Maybe the whole fucking universe. In all of time and space and continuum and—”

Laughing, she shook her head. “Oh, just shut up and kiss me already.”

Chapter Nineteen

Holt caught her mouth, deepening the kiss while reacquainting himself with her soft curves. Nothing stopped him from having her this time, and nothing stood between him and their happily ever after, so he planned to take his damn time. No matter how hard it might be. He didn’t want to miss a moment, a single caress, or moan, or sigh.

Not this time. Never again.

Her fingers flexed on his cheeks, and he softened his kiss. This wasn’t about rushing, or dominance, or anything but cementing their love for one another. And he didn’t want to ruin it by being too eager, or too fast, or too hard—

“Holt,” she whispered against his lips.

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to die if you don’t take me. Stop thinking so much, and kiss me.” She curled her hands into his shirt. “Take what’s yours.”

His. All fucking his.

He melded his mouth to hers, shutting off his mind. She’d fallen for him because he was, well, him. He shouldn’t have to change a damn thing to make her stay in love with him, right? That’s what love was.

The person loved you for you—faults, good things, and all.

Slipping his hands under her ass, he cupped her and lifted her slightly so he could fit even better where he wanted to be. She wore a short dress, so all that separated him from what he needed was a thin strip of satin. With a twist of his wrist, he ripped it off, tossing the useless scrap over his shoulder. Her hips moved restlessly until he slid a finger inside her wet heat. Her tongue dueled with his as he pulled his finger out, and thrust two inside, crooking them just right.

Crying out, she broke off the kiss and arched her neck, her mouth in a delicious little O. “God, yes.”

“Nope.” Grinning, he latched onto her neck, biting with just enough pressure to sting. “Still just me.”

“Holt…” She rolled her hips, breaths coming out in little spurts. “I need you. Inside me. Now.”

“No.” He stepped back, letting her legs hit the floor. She collapsed against the door, her mouth pressed into a tight, perfect line. “Not yet.”

As she watched, he tugged his shirt over his head. She bit down on her plump lower lip—those lips he loved so damn much. Without glancing away, she gripped her dress and yanked it over her head, too. She only had on a bra and heels. It made him think of the other day, when she’d come to his house in a trench coat…and nothing else.

“Why are you staring at me?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” He gripped his belt tightly. “And I’ll never grow tired of looking at you.”

She blinked rapidly. “Holt…”