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“I don’t want to chase you off again?—”

Enough of that. I closed the distance between us, taking his mouth in a harsh kiss. Not because I was angry with him. Because I was angry with me.

It poured out as red-hot lust, and I glued myself to him, bruising his lips with mine, tongue pushing into his mouth as if to move in and claim my space.

He made a strangled, choked noise, and it only spurred me on. I ran my tongue along his, withdrew to suck his bottom lip into my mouth and nibble that delicate flesh I’d been fantasizing about for months.

Hollywood’s hands slid into my hair, holding tight enough to hurt, sending a rush of pleasure through me. This was no soft, delicate woman I kissed. Hollywood was as strong as I was. He shoved me down onto my back and pulled my T-shirt up.

“Is this okay?” he asked, hot breath fanning over my navel, making my skin crackle with the need for more touch.

“Anything.”

His eyes darkened. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep yet.”

I parted my lips to shoot back a pithy response—but he was right. I wasn’t ready foranything.

“Almost anything,” I amended. “I want to be with you.”

“I think I’ve got a few tricks you’ll like,” he said with a wicked smile. My pulse thudded in my cock. Oh yeah, I’d been dreaming about this moment for so long.

Hollywood shoved at my shirt again, and I pulled it over my head. He pressed his lips to my stomach, making my abs twitch. He placed hot, wet kisses up my sternum, eyes raised to read my expressions as he did.

When he circled his tongue around my left nipple, I let out a shaky breath. “You gonna tease me all night or get to it?”

He bit down on the tight bud. Pleasure ricocheted through me, bouncing from my nipple to my balls.

“Fuck, Holls,” I rasped. “Do it again.”

He moved to my right nipple, which was aching with envy, and licked and nibbled until I was throbbing, my nerves firing impulses of need through my system. I put my hand on his head and pushed him downward, no longer thinking, just needing.

Hollywood palmed my aching cock through my sweats.

“You want this?”

I pushed my hips up, shoving my crotch into his palm, desperate for friction. He didn’t tug down my sweats, didn’t squeeze me through the fabric. I vibrated, my breaths harsh, while he gazed down at me.

“I need your words,” he said softly.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I want it.”

“What do you want exactly?”

“Touch me.”

He tugged down my sweats, giving my cock room toexpand. He laid his hot palm over my aching erection, still restrained by my boxer briefs.

“Holly,” I gritted with annoyance.

“Yes?” he asked, a teasing note in his voice.

“Do you plan to torment me all night, or are you going to suck my goddamned cock?”

He chuckled, a naughty edge to the sound. “Just needed you to ask, sweetheart.”

He hooked his fingers into my waistband and tugged my briefs down to bare my cock. I lifted my ass, helping him strip the fabric away. Hollywood pulled it all the way down and off. And suddenly, I was bare-ass naked on the sofa while he was fully dressed.

Before I could protest that state of affairs, his fingers wrapped around my shaft and he lowered that beautiful mouth to my tip. He flicked his tongue around my cockhead, making me jolt.