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Hollis follows right behind me, mumbling obscenities, pounding relentlessly into me from behind until he stiffens and groans, his fingers bruising my skin, but I don’t care. Rather, I welcome it.
“Fucking hell.” His arms wrap around me and pull me up from our bent-over position. He turns me around, his still-hard erection lying against me. “Baby, that was—”
“The best,” I finish for him.
“Yeah.” He sighs, pulling me over to the bed where he cuddles me into his side and leisurely strokes my back with his fingers, occasionally grazing the top of my ass.
We lie there, both staring at the ceiling, reveling in our post-sex glow. And boy, what a glow. I’ve never had a man give me a lap dance before, nonetheless one with the best set of abs I’ve ever seen on a man. Normally, someone like Hollis would scare me away, but not because of his attentiveness. I’ve just found that the men I’ve dated with good bodies tend to focus more on their needs than mine, leaving me with a great deal of unfinished business in the bedroom department. But not Hollis.
I’m pretty sure it’s his life goal to make sure I have an orgasm—or two . . . or three—and of course I’m okay with that. He can strive to please me in the bedroom all he wants. I just hope he finds me to be as adequate when it comes to satisfying his needs.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, breaking my thoughts.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.” He lightly slaps my butt, making me jump and laugh. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”
Leaning up on my arm that rests on his chest, I look down at him, my hair falling past my shoulders. “Do I . . . satisfy you?” I’ve never asked this question before, and I’m almost terrified as the words leave my lips. But, I need to know, and I trust he’ll be honest.
A sexy grin spreads across his face as his blue eyes lazily stare up at me. He pushes my hair behind my ear and then grips my cheek. “Melony, you have no fucking clue how much you satisfy me. I would seriously eat your pussy for every meal of the day if I could. Your body makes me hard for hours. Your lips drive me so fucking insane, and those tiny hands of yours, when I see them wrapped around my cock, hell, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
I look down to see he’s right.
Running his thumb over my bottom lip, he says, “Believe me, you don’t ever have to worry about satisfying me. Are you worried about me leaving—?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. Hollis would be the last person I could see ever cheating. I don’t think he has that gene in his bones. He’s monogamous, there’s no doubt about that. “I just wanted to make sure I was holding up my end of the bargain. I don’t want to be a slouch in bed.”
“What, you saying I’m a titan when it comes to sex?”
“God,” I huff, flopping back down on the bed. “I should have known I couldn’t have this conversation without hearing some wise-ass comment.”
“Oh, come on.” He laughs, positioning himself above me. “Just admit it, you think I’m a sex god.”
“I would never say that for fear of your ego exploding.”
“I’m going to take that as confirmation of my sex-god status. Don’t worry, baby, I won’t let the truth get out.”
“You’re so stupid.”
Kissing my neck, he says, “And you’re so sexy, so don’t fucking ever doubt whether or not you satisfy me. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamt of in a woman . . . and more.”And there it is. The words I love to hear. I’m everything he’s ever dreamt of.And I think he is the same for me.
His lips devours my skin as he continues to whisper sweet things about me, mainly about my boobs, but hey, I can’t really complain.
Chapter Twenty-Three
HOLLIS
“How the hell did I get a middle seat?” I ask Melony as I sit in the airport waiting for my flight from Houston to Rio. Tell me why it makes sense to fly from Atlanta to Houston and then to Rio. I will never get it.
“Are you having a princess moment?” her smooth, sweet voice asks. Fuck, I miss her already.
The day I left, I spent the morning worshipping her body, memorizing every beautiful curve and the way her soft skin feels against my rough jaw. I made it my mission to show her how much I care for her, how much I’m obsessed with her . . . how much I love her.
Yeah, I didn’t fucking say that. Could you imagine?
“Uh, Melony, I love you,” said in a timid nerdy voice.
She would probably throat-punch me and then take off. I’m not stupid, the girl is still very uneasy about the whole relationship thing. Doesn’t matter that I’ve been pining after her for over six months, we’ve been together for a very short time, those three words would have her sprinting for the ocean.
