Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 8
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Falling in Public
Chapter 8
Holly let herself lean back against Eddie's solid chest, absorbing both his heat and the desire that seemed to pulse between them as he placed gentle, enticing kisses at the juncture of her neck. Her body relaxed and her eyes drifted shut as she willed herself to stop thinking and just feel her way through the moment. Things would work out in the end. Or not. The only thing that mattered right here, right now was the feel of his callused fingers running over her skin. His hard thighs tight against hers. The way he walked her backward, so slowly she barely noticed until they weren't in the studio anymore, and he moved around to face her as he shut the door, plunging them into darkness just before his lips settled firmly over her own.
A shocked cry escaped as he leaned down and swung her up into his arms. Then he was kissing her again, and she didn't care where they were or where they were going, as long as he never let go.
Soft blankets cradled her when he laid her down, and she reluctantly let go of his neck as he lifted her shirt over her head. She reached back and unhooked her bra, tossing it to the side as he peeled off his own shirt. He leaned over and licked a long, lazy trail over one of her nipples with his tongue, sucking the tip between his teeth and biting down gently.
Holly let her head fall back with a whimper, arching up for him as he moved to the other side. Running her fingers through his hair, she tried to hold him in place, but it was no use. He explored every inch of her torso, his hands tracing curves where his tongue left off. His knee came up between her legs and the pressure was nothing short of exquisitely frustrating through two much denim.
"Eddie," she breathed, raising her hips against his as he pressed closer. "Eddie please..." She reached down and unfastened his jeans, running her fingers lightly over the bulge in his briefs before pushing the fabric off his hips. Silky smooth, she caressed his hard cock, earning a groan before he pulled away.
Impatient fingers pulled her jeans and panties off. Her legs fell open as she heard a package rip, and then he was between her legs, filling her slowly as his lips touched hers again. Light, nibbling kisses played at her mouth and she tried to respond in kind, but her entire being was centered at the place where they joined. Intense sensations she couldn't begin to describe flared out under her skin with every slow thrust, and when he reached between them, moving his thumb in gentle circles over her swollen clit, she couldn't hold back any longer.
Arching up with a cry, she took him in as deep as she could, her body pulsing around his cock as the orgasm ripped through. With a couple quick thrusts, he came with her, a low moan punctuating his own release as he stiffened between her legs. Another kiss, slow and lazy, and then he moved away, leaving her too quickly bereft of his warmth. She fought the doubt that tried to take hold as soon as he left, the uncertainty of what would come. Instead, she focused on breathing as her heart slowly settled down, and her muscles relaxed into that delicious, langourous state she'd nearly forgotten existed.
He joined her again then, pulling a comforter up over them both as he tucked her back securely to his front, one arm nestled cozily under her breasts. A single kiss on the back of her neck sent her whole body tingling again, and her lips curved up, just a little. Closing her eyes, she vowed that whatever happened in the morning, she'd never regret this night. It was too perfect, and for a moment, she let herself dream of what could be.
"Holly? Holly, wake up."
She opened her eyes at her name to see Eddie standing by the bed in his jeans, one hand on her shoulder. She blinked and yawned, her mind trying to catch up as he turned to gather up her clothes and tossed them on the bed beside her.
"You have to go, right now. My agent's on his way, the studio execs are pissed, and why the hell didn't you tell me you were a writer?"
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Falling in Public
Chapter 8
Holly let herself lean back against Eddie's solid chest, absorbing both his heat and the desire that seemed to pulse between them as he placed gentle, enticing kisses at the juncture of her neck. Her body relaxed and her eyes drifted shut as she willed herself to stop thinking and just feel her way through the moment. Things would work out in the end. Or not. The only thing that mattered right here, right now was the feel of his callused fingers running over her skin. His hard thighs tight against hers. The way he walked her backward, so slowly she barely noticed until they weren't in the studio anymore, and he moved around to face her as he shut the door, plunging them into darkness just before his lips settled firmly over her own.
A shocked cry escaped as he leaned down and swung her up into his arms. Then he was kissing her again, and she didn't care where they were or where they were going, as long as he never let go.
Soft blankets cradled her when he laid her down, and she reluctantly let go of his neck as he lifted her shirt over her head. She reached back and unhooked her bra, tossing it to the side as he peeled off his own shirt. He leaned over and licked a long, lazy trail over one of her nipples with his tongue, sucking the tip between his teeth and biting down gently.
Holly let her head fall back with a whimper, arching up for him as he moved to the other side. Running her fingers through his hair, she tried to hold him in place, but it was no use. He explored every inch of her torso, his hands tracing curves where his tongue left off. His knee came up between her legs and the pressure was nothing short of exquisitely frustrating through two much denim.
"Eddie," she breathed, raising her hips against his as he pressed closer. "Eddie please..." She reached down and unfastened his jeans, running her fingers lightly over the bulge in his briefs before pushing the fabric off his hips. Silky smooth, she caressed his hard cock, earning a groan before he pulled away.
Impatient fingers pulled her jeans and panties off. Her legs fell open as she heard a package rip, and then he was between her legs, filling her slowly as his lips touched hers again. Light, nibbling kisses played at her mouth and she tried to respond in kind, but her entire being was centered at the place where they joined. Intense sensations she couldn't begin to describe flared out under her skin with every slow thrust, and when he reached between them, moving his thumb in gentle circles over her swollen clit, she couldn't hold back any longer.
Arching up with a cry, she took him in as deep as she could, her body pulsing around his cock as the orgasm ripped through. With a couple quick thrusts, he came with her, a low moan punctuating his own release as he stiffened between her legs. Another kiss, slow and lazy, and then he moved away, leaving her too quickly bereft of his warmth. She fought the doubt that tried to take hold as soon as he left, the uncertainty of what would come. Instead, she focused on breathing as her heart slowly settled down, and her muscles relaxed into that delicious, langourous state she'd nearly forgotten existed.
He joined her again then, pulling a comforter up over them both as he tucked her back securely to his front, one arm nestled cozily under her breasts. A single kiss on the back of her neck sent her whole body tingling again, and her lips curved up, just a little. Closing her eyes, she vowed that whatever happened in the morning, she'd never regret this night. It was too perfect, and for a moment, she let herself dream of what could be.
"Holly? Holly, wake up."
She opened her eyes at her name to see Eddie standing by the bed in his jeans, one hand on her shoulder. She blinked and yawned, her mind trying to catch up as he turned to gather up her clothes and tossed them on the bed beside her.
"You have to go, right now. My agent's on his way, the studio execs are pissed, and why the hell didn't you tell me you were a writer?"
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