One Foolish Night (Eternal Bachelors Club #4)

“I love how your cock thrusts into me,” she said, knowing how much he liked it when she talked dirty.

“Fuck, Holly! Another word, and I’m coming.” He clenched his teeth, and then suddenly, without a warning, he rolled and flipped her on her back. “When I’m coming, I want to fuck you so hard that I rob you of your breath.”

She smiled up at him. “I love a man who knows when to take charge.” Because what she needed right now was a good pounding.

“Oh, yeah? You think you can take it?” He pulled his hips back.

“Don’t tease me.”

Paul slammed his cock into her, making her breath rush from her lungs.

“Oh Paul, yes! Yes! Again! Please!” She was out of control now. Nothing mattered but feeling Paul’s body take charge of hers, giving her pleasure and guiding her to her climax. “Make me come, Paul!”

“Anything you want, baby.”

Then his hips worked frantically, and he fucked her harder and faster than he’d done during their first night. Sweat was building on his face and chest and every time their bodies slammed together, the sound echoed in the room, and Holly was sure it could be heard all the way down the hallway to the guest room.

“So good,” she pressed out, panting.

“Yes,” he responded and dropped his head to her. “So good.” Then his lips were on hers and he kissed her.

Everything disappeared into the distance. Everything but Paul. They could have been in a bare shack, making love on a hard cot, and she wouldn’t have noticed.

When she felt her orgasm approach, her body stiffened, and Paul released her lips.

“Yes, baby, together,” he encouraged her.

The wave of her orgasm hit her. “Paul!” Then she felt his cock jerk inside her and Paul’s loud moan filled the room. A shudder ran through his body and collided with the shivers that went through hers.

Moments later, he collapsed on top of her, bracing his elbows and knees on the mattress to keep his weight off her.

Holly breathed hard, trying to force air into her lungs. She heard him breathe just as heavily. It took long seconds before Paul lifted his head.

He brushed a blond lock out of her face, a gesture so tender it threatened to push tears to her eyes.

“I think I should make you jealous more often,” he murmured.

“Jealous? I’m not jealous!” she protested instantly, raising her voice.

“Mm-hm,” he hummed, and brushed his lips over hers with a feather-light touch. “Now, be a good girl and kiss me.”

“Or?” she challenged.

He moved his head back by a few inches, so their gazes met. “Or I’m going to have to make love to you all night. And trust me when I tell you that you do not want to have to explain to my mother tomorrow why you’re walking funny.” Paul laughed.

“Paul Gilbert, you’re a rotten son of—”

She didn’t get to continue cursing him, because he lowered his mouth and kissed her. Not hard and fast, but tenderly. And that tenderness robbed her of the will to resist any longer. She slung her arms around his back and caressed his nape. He shivered under her touch.

“Much better,” he murmured, interrupting the kiss.

“Stop talking,” Holly demanded.

“Yes, ma’am.”





21


The smell of coffee greeted him as he entered the kitchen. It appeared that Tara was already up and had made coffee. Not that it was a surprise. After all, he and Holly had slept in, engaging in more pleasurable activities.

Paul turned to Holly, whose hand he was still holding, and pulled her against his chest. “Looks like we don’t have to make breakfast.”

She lifted herself onto her tiptoes. “Coffee hardly qualifies as breakfast.” She leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips.

Before she could withdraw, he’d lifted her up and was kissing her in earnest. Damn, he just couldn’t get enough of her. After making love to her half the night and then again in the morning, he should be sated. Instead, he wanted more. Holly was truly addictive.

If they’d been alone in the house, he would have lifted her onto the kitchen counter and stripped her bare right there. But unfortunately they weren’t alone. He suspected that Tara was sitting out on the terrace enjoying her coffee and could come back into the kitchen at any moment.

“Damn it! I told you to take his hand!” he suddenly heard a very familiar female voice yell from the front of the house.

Paul released Holly and set her back on her feet. He sighed. “So much for a peaceful breakfast. It appears my sister and her brood have arrived.”

The shrill scream coming from a small child nearly pierced his eardrum. And with it, his heart. He’d heard that scream more often than he cared to remember and would recognize it anywhere: His nephew Jonathan was upset again.

“You said you had him!” Quentin’s angry voice yelled back. “I’m dealing with the fucking luggage.”

Jonathan continued to cry, his wail echoing through the entire house.