Unwrapping Holly: by Lisa Renée Jones Read Free Book Online

longer. “I don’t know if I—”
    He drew her mouth to his, their breath mingling with the carnal temptation to taste each other. But he held back, challenging her instead. “Let yourself reach beyond your usual limits, Holly.” His teeth scraped her bottom lip. “Don’t you want to experience pleasure without limits?”
    She inhaled a shaky breath and then brushed her lips across his, tasted him with a sexy slide of her tongue before leaning back and reaching for her laces. Satisfaction rolled within him as he watched her part the material and display the silky fabric of a sheer black bra. High and full, her breasts overflowed the tiny piece of sexy fabric. The truck was toasty warm now, but he was on fire because of Holly.
    “Unhook it,” he ordered, his dick thick, aching to be inside her. “Let me see your nipples.”
    She did as he ordered, unsnapping the front clasp, which thrust those perky, pink nipples in the air as she shrugged the straps off her shoulders.
    “You’re beautiful,” he said, filling his hands with her breasts and tilting his head to suckle one tight little peak into his mouth.
    Gasping, she arched her back, clinging to him, her hand sliding through his hair as he licked, kissed, nipped. Panting, she started to rock her hips against the hard line of his dick, the friction damned near making him come in his pants. But this time was for her, and only her. It would be one orgasm in a series of many.
    “Take what you need, baby,” he said, gently pressing his cheek to hers as he savored her. Cole took his time touching her, finding out what pleased her, what got her hot. He wanted to know every way to touch her, every way to make her cry out in pleasure. And she was close to release now, so very close she was unable to kiss him, her warm breath tickling his cheek.
    “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh . . . I . . .” She buried her head in his neck, her hair in his face, but he didn’t care. He loved it. Loved every fucking minute of her pleasure.
    “Come for me, Holly,” he whispered, his hands, his entire body, moving with her, working for her ultimate satisfaction. She gasped and tensed, and Cole ran his hand up her body, holding her as she shuddered with a sudden release. Caressed her as she came down, as her body relaxed.
    But there was no relaxing for Holly. She tensed again, her face buried in his neck. “I can’t believe I . . . I . . .” Abruptly, she pushed away from him, cut her gaze to his chest, and tried to pull her dress together. “I have to go.”
    No fucking way was he about to let her dart away, not without a fight. “Stop, Holly,” he ordered. “Stop doing this to yourself. Watching you come like that was amazing. All it did was make me want you more.” He touched her cheek. “No limits, remember?”
    She studied him, assessing his words, and slowly her expression softened. But just when he thought he had her interest again, voices sounded in the distance. Instantly, she flew into motion, scrambling off his lap, and fumbling with her dress.
    “No one is parked close enough to—”
    A knock pounded on the bed of the truck, a warning that someone was approaching.
    “Fuck!” The word ripped from his throat because he knew who was knocking. Jacob!
    “Oh my God,” Holly bit out between her teeth, tugging on her coat. “I can’t believe I let this happen.”
    She slid across the seat and shoved open the door. Cole reached for her, but she managed to evade his grasp, and jumped out of the truck.
    “Thanks,” she said, wind and snow whipping wildly around her. “Or whatever I’m supposed to say under these circumstances.” She shoved the door shut.
    Cole pounded the steering wheel, and then realized he didn’t even know her full name. He jerked his door open, and ice pelted down on his skin, snow instantly clinging to his shirt.
    “Holly! ” he called, noting she was already halfway to The Tavern. He started to pursue, but he drew up short when he realized it