Will she moan when I finally slide into her wet heat? Maybe she’ll gasp my name.

Whatever happens, I know it’ll drive me fucking crazy.

My fingers settle on the waistband of her pants, and I consider pushing past that barrier, exploring the smooth skin of her backside and then possibly dipping lower.

With herculean effort, I hold back. We haven’t even gone on an official date yet. I’m not about to ruin this by going too far on the first night. Besides, I’m happy here, holding her against me, tasting her mouth, my brain going fuzzy with pleasure as I get high on her sweet, flowery scent.

Holly retreats from my lips, only to slowly kiss her way along my jaw, down my neck, and then to my collarbone where she gives me a playful nip.

I relax the hand I have wrapped in her hair, letting her head go wherever she wants it. My eyes close as I concentrate on the soothing effect of her soft mouth against my skin.

She works her way back up, but instead of returning to my mouth, her lips trail to my ear. A shiver racks my body when she gently bites the lobe and then runs her tongue along the outer edge.

“Ben?” Something—I’d like to think my kissing—has made her voice go deep and husky.

The sound of my name in that tone is like a stroke up my dick.

“Mmhmm?” Talking would require more brainpower than I currently have with all my blood rushing south.

“Can I take your shirt off?”

Some warmth leaves my chest, and when I open my eyes, I realize it’s because Holly is sitting up straight, straddling my hips.

This view of her, the same one I’d have if she decided to take me for a ride, is all I need to get completely hard. An involuntary groan escapes my mouth, and she frowns.

“Am I hurting you?” She shifts, and the friction only brings more pleasure.

I grab her hips to keep her still, afraid I’ll come in my pants like I’m a sixteen-year-old virgin again.

“No! No. You’re fine.” My words come out choked. I clear my throat. “You want to take my shirt off?”

She nods. “I want to see your tattoos. You keep teasing me with a glimpse or two. I want to see them all.”

Fuck. Me.

No way will she be seeing all of them tonight because that would mean all my clothes would have to come off.

I’m trying to figure out if I can have her eyes all over my chest, touching me there, without me busting in my pants when she says exactly what she needs to in order to get me to give in.

“Please?”

Damn. She’s got me.

“Okay. Just a second.” I use my grip on her hips to shift her off me, and I can practically hear my dick cursing at me for getting rid of her lovely body against mine.