Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
He nods. “I like taking care of you.”
He spears a scallop half with a fork and lifts it, holding his palm under it to catch the dripping butter. “Would you like a taste?”
“Please.”
He slips the fork between my parted lips, and I free the scallop with my teeth, groaning as the flavors hit my tongue. “It’s perfect.”
His thumb sweeps along my bottom lip, wiping away a drip of butter. I wrap my fingers around his wrist and bite the end of his thumb, swirling my tongue around it. Last time I did this, we ended up dry fucking.
Hollis’s eyes darken, and the grin that spreads across his face is downright lascivious. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. “Careful, little girl. You’re giving me ideas about that sweet mouth of yours.”
I run my hand down his chest and bite the edge of his jaw. “Hopefully you mean your cock, Hollis, because I would love to get on my knees for you.”
He turns off the burner and moves the pan off the heat. Then he grabs me by the waist and spins me around, pressing me against the counter. He pins me with his hips, and his erection nudges my ass. I moan and arch, pushing back against him. The arm around my waist moves up until it’s barred across my chest. He bites his way up my neck. “You want to get filthy, Princess?”
“You know I do.”
He shifts, swats my ass once, twice, a third time. Not so hard it hurts, but the sting makes my clit ache and pulse. He moves back into position, grinds his cock on my ass, and pulls me away from the counter. His hand snakes between my thighs and cups me, fingers pressing against my entrance through my pants. His other hand slides over my collarbones and along the edge of my jaw. He turns my face toward him, claiming my mouth.
When he pulls back, his eyes are heavy with lust. “Can you be a good girl and behave yourself through dinner?”
“What do I get if I’m good?”
“Good girls get to come all over my fingers again.” His lips brush my cheek. “And if you’re really good, maybe even my tongue.”
The throb between my thighs intensifies. “I’ll be good. I’ll be the goodest girl ever.”
“We’ll see about that.” He releases me, unfortunately, and adjusts himself. “Can we please eat dinner without you trying to get me to fuck you every five minutes?” But I hear the laughter he’s trying to hide in his voice.
“That was more like twenty minutes, but sure.”
He gives me a look.
I smile.
He turns back to the stove.
Hollis plates our dinner and brings it to the table, pulling out my chair before he takes the spot beside me. He refreshes our wine, and I set my serviette on my lap, waiting until he’s done the same before I take a bite.
I groan my appreciation. “This is as good as the dish from Greystones.”
He smiles a real Hollis smile. It’s the smile of myths and legends. “I don’t know if I’d go that far, but I’m glad you like it.”
“Thank you for making my favorites. I know this is hard,” I say as I spin noodles onto my fork.
“Being with you is easy, Aurora. It’s all the other stuff that’s difficult.” Hollis focuses on his plate. He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear, fingers lingering on my skin. He looks so torn. “I don’t know what I believe anymore. But I can’t stay away from you, no matter how hard I try. I wanted time with you before I leave for the away games. It’s selfish and self-serving.”
I leave it for now. I don’t want to ruin this beautiful dinner. “I kind of love it when you’re selfish.”
He leans over and kisses me again. I curve my hand around the back of his neck, parting my lips. He indulges me for a few strokes of tongue before he settles back in his chair.
I blow out a breath. “This feels like foreplay.”
“That’s because it is.” He catches my hand and kisses the tips of my fingers. “I’d like you as worked up as possible by the time we’re through with dessert.”
Malone tries to jump onto the table, and Hollis extends his other arm to thwart him.
“Looks like my pussy isn’t the only excited one,” I mutter.
Hollis snorts a laugh. I love seeing him unguarded like this. I feel special, getting to see what no one else does. Most people only know serious Hollis, but I get these sacred pieces of him.
Dinner is the most exquisite torture, full of light touches and gentle kisses. And I get a glimpse of what it could be like to date Hollis. Under that gruff, quiet exterior, he’s devastatingly romantic, and I can only imagine how that translates in the bedroom. Will he be gentle? Commanding? Will he whisper dirty things in my ear while he fucks me sweetly? Or sweet things while he fucks me dirty? Both?