Dipped in Holly (Nick and Holly, #1)

by Dana Isaly

He presses openmouthed kisses down my throat while running his fingers up and down the sides of my underwear. It’s the lightest touch I think I’ve ever experienced, and the teasing is about to send me over the edge. I’m wound so tight I think I could come just from the anticipation and his mouth on my neck. Pulling back, he uses his free hand to gather my hair at the base of my neck. He grips it taut and makes my eyes meet his. “I asked you a question.” “Yes,” I breathe, needing his mouth back on my fevered skin. He leans in, so close to kissing me that I can feel his breath skirt across my lips. I try to lean forward and close the gap, but his fist keeps such a firm grip that I can’t. I whimper and pout, wanting him to give in. “Don’t be a brat, Holly,” he says, the smirk on his lips making those dimples pop again. His fingers in between my legs just barely make their way onto my bare skin. “Yes, what?”