Page 79 of Never To Be Mine

I kicked off my shoes and his hands slid down my sides, pausing to massage every curve. I heard him moan into my mouth. I shivered, my back arching. He pressed me against the closed door, his mouth leaving mine to trail hot kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat. The silk of my blouse felt suddenly too thin, every brush of his fingers sending sparks across my skin.

“Still professional?” he murmured against my collarbone, voice husky.

I laughed, breathless, and shoved at his shoulders. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, I want you but I don’t want you regretting this the moment it’s over.”

I met his burning gaze. “Then you better impress me.”

He obeyed, dropping to his knees in one fluid motion that made my stomach flip. His hands found the button of my black pants. I watched, transfixed, as he worked them open and down my hips, taking my panties with them. The cool air hit my bare skin, but his palms were warm as they gripped my thighs.

I kicked free of the fabric, toes curling against the floor. I felt completely exposed. He looked up at me with those striking blue eyes. The sight of him kneeling sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly. My breath hitched.

Hollis leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my thigh, then higher, and higher still. His breath ghosted over my sensitive skin. My head dropped against the door. I reached out in search of something to hold on to. All I had was the wall. I pressed my fingertips against it and held on.

When his tongue finally slid against me, I gasped. My hips jerked and my knees threatened to buckle. He took his time, exploring my body and what made me hum. His tongue circled and stroked, finding exactly what made my knees weaken. One hand anchored my hip while the other stroked upward, fingers splaying across my stomach before cupping a breast through the silk. I moaned, the sound embarrassing in its rawness. My hips rocked against his mouth a second time.

“Fuck,” I breathed, one hand threading into his dark hair, holding him close. “Hollis, that feels amazing.”

He hummed in response, the vibration shooting straight through me, and doubled down. His tongue moved relentlessly until the tension coiled tight and broke all at once. Pleasure crashed over me in a rush, my thighs trembling. A low cry escaped my throat.

He didn’t stop until I was spent, boneless, sliding down the door as he rose to catch me.

I pulled him up, kissing him hard and already craving more. My hands reached between us, fumbling with his belt and zipper until I freed him. He was hard in my hand. The low groan he let out when I stroked him sent a fresh thrill through me. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted him, consequences be damned.

He kissed me again, deeper, walking us backward until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. We tumbled onto the mattress together, him bracing his weight above me, his mouth never leaving mine. My blouse was already half open from where his hands had explored. He finished the job, sliding it off my shoulders and tossing it aside. My bra followed. He looked at me like I was exactly what he’d been starving for. That gaze burned every insecurity away.

I helped him shove his shirt over his head, running my hands over the hard planes of his chest and down the ridges of his abs. He kicked off his jeans and boxers, and then there was nothing between us but heat and need. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. I watched him roll it on, the sight making my mouth go dry.

He settled between my thighs, one hand guiding himself to my entrance. “Juno,” he murmured, voice rough, checking in one last time.

I answered by lifting my hips, pulling him closer with my legs around his waist. “Now.”

He slid inside with one slow, deliberate thrust. I gasped at the perfect fullness. My hands flew to his back, gripping him as he began to move. He started slowly, giving me time to adjust, but the tension between us had been building all day. The rhythm turned urgent, his hips snapping against mine, and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

I met every thrust, the pressure building low and tight again. His mouth found my breast, tongue circling my nipple before he sucked. I arched beneath him with a moan. He shifted, angling deeper, and sparks shot through me. I had every intention of making the moment last longer, but he was just too damn good.

His mouth switched to the other breast. I reached down and grabbed his tight ass and pulled him closer. He got the message and gave me exactly what I needed.

It was too much. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, my inner walls clenching around him as I cried out his name. He followed seconds later, burying his face in my neck, his body shuddering against mine with a loud groan. We stayed like that, tangled and breathless, his weight a comforting anchor as the aftershocks faded.

Eventually he eased out, disposing of the condom before pulling me against his chest. I rested my head over his heart, listening to it race, my own still hammering. No words came. Just the slow realization that we’d crossed another line we couldn’t uncross.

I didn’t regret a single second of it. Not this time.

“So,” I said, breaking the silence. “What are we doing here?”

He exhaled slowly. “That’s a good question.”

“I know.” I propped myself up on one elbow to look at him. “But we need to talk about it. This is the second time we’ve… you know.”

“Fucked each other’s brains out?” He grinned, but I could see the wariness in his eyes. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“I’m serious, Hollis.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his already messed-up hair. “Look, I like you. A lot. More than I probably should, given the whole business partnership thing.”

“But?” I prompted, because there was definitely a “but” coming.