Chapter 32

Holly lay in bed staring at the wall. She brought her fingers to her lips, the kiss burning her in her mind, his touch setting her skin on fire.

For those few moments, it seemed the world had disappeared. Her claustrophobia had vanished, as had the weight of guilt and responsibility regarding her brother’s death. The men outside didn’t exist. All that had mattered had been her pulsing need for Justice to touch her more, for him to engulf her with his huge body. She had wanted nothing more than to fade away into the bliss she had felt those precious minutes.

She stood and pulled off her yoga pants, but kept her tank top on. Her panties remained slick with her own essence, and she lay back down on the bed again and tried to think of other things, tossing her covers aside.

Why hadn’t Justice just confronted the two men? And why had he said that the kiss had been wrong? It had to be because of his rank over her—that’s the only thing she could think of. If she reported his behavior, he could get into a lot of trouble. However, she’d never do that. Perhaps he was married? Oh, God, no. She didn’t want to get mixed up with a married man. However, he didn’t wear a ring, and if he had a wife, why didn’t he go home to her instead of staying with Holly?

So many questions. Perhaps he’d cool down overnight and she could find out her answers tomorrow, and hopefully, they’d also hear from his friend.

A light knock on her door startled her. He didn’t wait to be invited in, but slowly opened the panel and stepped in. The light on her bed stand cast the room in a muted glow. She sat up, her heart beating wildly. He stared at her as he clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides. He wore his camouflage pants; yet, he’d removed his shirt and shoes. His wide, dark chest heaved, and his jaw worked as if he ground his teeth.

He made no apologies for entering without being asked, nor did he try to hide his gaze as he looked over her body, taking in every inch. Goosebumps traveled over her skin at the stare and her mouth became dry. Her breath came in short spurts, as if the room didn’t hold enough oxygen.

Finally, he looked her in the eye.

He walked toward her until he stood directly in front of her. He didn’t bother to try to hide his erection that could clearly be seen beneath his pants.

“Did you mean what you said?” he asked, his voice gruff. “That it felt right?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

His balled his hands into fists. “I can’t stay away, Holly.”

Her heart beat wildly, her stomach fluttered, and her body hummed. Oh, how she wanted this. How she wanted to be with Justice, to feel him inside her, on top of her, to completely forget everything her life had become, even for just a little while. She needed relief from the guilt that ate at her, the anger that came and went, the sadness that never seemed to give her a break.

She lay back on the bed, her gaze never leaving his. “Then don’t.”

He took her outstretched hand, and she gently pulled him toward her. As he settled his weight on top of her, she loved the way his huge body fully covered hers. He placed his elbows on each side of her head and threaded his fingers through her hair as he stared at her, his jaw still working.

She ran her hands up his torso, feeling the ridges of muscles throughout his back, unable to look away from his dark gaze. As he lowered his head to hers and their mouths met, everything in her world disappeared as she concentrated on the intense feelings running through her, the way her body heated with need at his close proximity.

Lacing her hands around his neck, she held him close, never wanting this feeling of being in a cocoon of lust and desire to end.

He moved off her and lay next to her, their bodies pressed chest-to-chest. As he ran his hand up her leg, she shivered at his touch and closed her eyes while she inhaled deeply. He didn’t wear cologne, but had the distinct aroma of raw male, a slightly musky scent.

His lips met hers again, his tongue diving into her mouth. She palmed his cheek, feeling the tickle of his beard against her hand. Throwing her leg over his waist, she pressed herself into him, seemingly unable to get close enough.

He tentatively laid his hand on her waist, then slowly slid it up her tank top. She moaned as he cupped her breast, his thumb grazing over her nipple, bringing it to a hardened peak.

Longing to feel her bare chest against his, she sat up and quickly pulled the tank top off, tossing it to the floor. Her chest heaved as he stared at her breasts.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he ran his palm over her right one. “Such perfection.”

She lay back down and he rolled on top of her again, the skin-on-skin contact causing her to whimper with need. He brought his mouth to her nipple, suckling it gently as tremors vibrated throughout her body. Sliding her hand down the back of his pants, she cupped his buttocks and spread her legs, pulling his erection into her core. Damn clothes.

As if he read her mind, he got off the bed and unbuttoned his pants. They dropped to the floor, and he stood before her completely naked, his long, thick erection jutting from his hips.

He bent over and hooked her panties with his forefingers, slowly skimming them down her legs, then dropping them to the floor. Standing at the edge of the bed, he kneeled down between her legs, then lay on top of her again. She felt the tip of his cock at her slick entrance.

“Show me,” he whispered. “Show me what you want me to do.”

She reached down between them and ran her hand over the thick shaft, then cupped his balls. He closed his eyes and groaned, his whole body trembling. She placed him at her core again and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him forward.

He gasped, then kissed her. Closing her eyes, she relaxed and allowed her body to get used to the invasion, as it had been six months since she had been with a man.

She ran her hands over his back and moved her hips. He followed suit, their bodies writhing together in harmony.

Closing her eyes, she became consumed with the energy building within her, needing the release it promised.

He rolled onto his back and pulled her with him. She planted her hands on his chest and ground her hips to his.

So close.

His hands gripped her waist as his hips crashed into hers. Her toes curled as the release within her built, her breathing ragged as her heart pounded. A moment later, she threw her head back as her whole body seemed to explode from the inside out. Bright lights shone beneath her eyelids and she couldn’t contain the scream that escaped her throat.

Her body trembled with waves of pleasure as her core pulsed around Justice’s shaft. She opened her eyes as his grip on her tightened, and he slammed his hips up one last time, his back bowing off the bed.

A hoarse cry left his throat as he came, his seed spilling into her. She collapsed on top of him, feeling as though she’d just run ten miles. Sweat coated her forehead and her heart felt as though it may beat out of the front of her chest.

Her ear lay over Justice’s heart, his drumming at a high rate as well. His thick arms wrapped around her, and she shut her eyes.

When her breathing finally evened out, sleep moved in quickly. She slipped off of him and nestled her head on his shoulder and placed her arm over his waist.

“Don’t leave,” she whispered right before sleep claimed her.