He nodded. “Coming up.”
Holly got back to the bar just as I paid. Her cheeks were the same pink as when she left. “Do a shot with me, then we’ll have a drink. Then I’m taking you back to my flat.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Excuse me?”
“Holly, babe, you want this, but you’re not confident enough – yet – to make the first move. If I’m wrong, tell me and after we’ve have a drink, I’ll make sure you get home safely.” She looked down; avoiding my gaze and that told me I was right. “You don’t have to be embarrassed to admit you want something or someone. We’re adults. You can tell me.”
Biting her lip, she sat on the stool and picked up a shot. “I want you,” she whispered and downed the tequila.
I cupped her chin and lifted her head. “No more being shy. You can tell me whatever you want. Whatever you want me to do.”
Her breath sucked in through her teeth. “What do you want to do to me?”
I smiled and downed my shot. “Come on.” Taking her hand, I pulled her off the stool. She stepped into my chest, looking up at me through her lashes. The way she looked at me made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Are we really doing this?” she asked, pressing her petite body to mine.
I pulled her closer, running my hands up her back. “Only if you want to. Say the word at any point and I’ll take you home. No pressure, I swear.”
“I know. I trust you. Take me to your place, Jasper.”
I fisted her hair, slamming my lips down on hers as my blood sizzled in my veins. She whimpered, her fingernails digging into my flesh. I wanted her, badly. I pulled away and pressed my forehead to hers. “God. How can you think your plain, Holly?”
She shrugged.
“I’m taking you home now. I want you more than I want to breathe right now which I know sounds crazy, but that’s the effect you have on me,” I said, running my hand up her back, “so when we walk through my door there’s no hiding or being shy. I want to see all of you. There’s no limit to what we can do in the bedroom. Ask for whatever you want and don’t hold back. You got that?”
Gulping, she nodded. “I’ve never told anyone what I want before.”
“I know. Tonight you will.” I sealed my lips over hers, holding her body against mine as the urge to just take her against the fucking bar doubled.
We burst through my front door, attacking each other like animals. What I’d said to her in the bar seemed to work. I wanted her comfortable with me, and I wanted her to be open enough to let me make her come over and over again.
“What do you want me to do, Holly?” I murmured against her mouth.
“My clothes, take them off.”
I didn’t need asking twice. With my lips still firmly, almost aggressively, against hers, I reached down and pulled her top off. She kissed me again as soon as it had cleared her head. I gripped her firm arse, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to the sofa.
Laying her down first, I stripped her leggings off and undressed myself. She looked up at me with wide eyes, breathing heavily. In a matching plain black bra and thong she looked perfect and sexy. It was hard to believe she had such little confidence.
My clothes dropped to the floor the same way hers had. “What now, Holly?”
“You choose.”
I shook my head and dropped to my knees, running my finger between her bra-covered breasts and down her belly. “Oh no. This is what you want. We’ll go with my choice next.”
Her eyes widened further. “Next.”
“There’s going to be a lot of nexts tonight.” I traced my finger along the top of her thong, and my throat went dry. I wanted her so much. Waiting for her to tell me to touch her properly, to lick her and to fuck her was painful. “Tell me what you want right now?”
“Okay,” she whispered. “I want you to kiss me and…”
I smirked when her cheeks turned fire engine red. “And?”
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
I nodded, lips parting in anticipation. “Yes,” I replied, completely unembarrassed by how desperate for her I sounded. Why her?
“I want you to touch me.” She pointed to her thong. “Here.”
“Your wish…” I said, gently sliding her thong down. She lifted her hips to help me. I threw them over my shoulder and climbed on top of her, lips finding hers and hands exploring.
Chapter Fourteen
I ran my fingers through my hair and rubbed my exhausted eyes awake before opening the front door. I’d half hoped it was Holly. Since Thursday night, Friday morning and Saturday afternoon all I could think about was how her skin felt against mine, and how she tasted…
But it wasn’t the woman I most wanted it to be – it was the last.
Abby stood in front of me. I looked and felt like crap.
“Whadda you want?” I asked, inwardly wincing at the slur in my tired, still half-drunk voice.