The shades are drawn, and when she flicks the light switch, only the overhead fan turns on.

“Here. It’s this one.” I slide past her and click on my bedside lamp.

The warm light from the bulb makes her skin glow golden. As she takes in my room, I watch her. I already know what she’s seeing—books piled everywhere, my two bookshelves completely full, a desk with my laptop, and a few textbooks I don’t spend enough time reading. Then, on the walls, I’ve pinned up some drawings I particularly like. My room isn’t dirty, but it’s not really tidy either.

Holly wanders around, running her fingers over the spines of my books, stopping at a few pictures to examine them closer. All the while, her mouth has an enticing upward tilt. I move back to lean on the doorframe, giving her every inch of the space to explore. With my arms crossed over my chest, I think I can keep my hands to myself.

“I like it. This is a very Ben room.”

“Glad you think so. What with it being mine and all.”

She sticks her tongue out at me. When the little pink tip disappears behind her lips, she watches me, as if she knows what I have the sudden, undeniable urge to do.

Why fight it?

With a hard shove, the door shuts, and in three steps, I’m in front of her. I cup the back of her head, dropping mine to her level so that I can taste her sugary mouth. Kissing her in my bedroom is not a good move if we want to take things slow, but the logical part of my brain takes a vacation when Holly gives me a push.

The backs of my knees connect with my bed, and I bounce as I half-fall, half-sit. At first, I chuckle, finding her playfulness funny.

Then, she straddles my lap, and my laughter turns into a moan. Now the one in charge, she presses her eager mouth against mine. One arm wraps around the back of my neck while her other hand rakes over my scalp and tangles in my hair. With one rolling movement of her hips, Holly presses her hot core into my groin, and I get a straight shot of pleasure up my spine.

I need more.

My hands come into play, wrapping around Holly, pulling her flush against me. Her every curve pushes tight to my chest, and my memory returns the image of her naked breasts. When I groan, it mixes with a happy sigh of hers, and she gives another mind-numbing roll of her hips.

“Holly!” I choke out her name, not sure if I’m scolding her or begging her.

With a last swipe of her tongue and nip to my bottom lip, Holly leans back, so I can see her devious grin. “Ben, I just want to say thank you for helping me today.”

Another rocking of her hips has me growling with my eyes closed. She moves again, but this time, her hips don’t push forward, instead sliding backward.