“Oh, my God.” Her eyes welled up with unexpected tears. “You were looking for me.”
“We all were,” he said. “Keller, Garret, and even Loch. I was the only one with the mobility to truly search for you. We all have that same restlessness. You’re the only one who can soothe it. I was making my way down to California again when I felt a pull. I knew you were coming without really knowing it. As soon as I got back into town, I started driving on that stretch of road, waiting to see if you’d come. You did.”
Holly’s chest felt tight. Ever since she’d learned about the bear clans and the maiden, she’d been waiting for some kind of sign to prove that everyone was mistaken, that she wasn’t the maiden. Now, she knew that proof would never come. She knew it was true. She was the maiden.
She felt the same restlessness and emptiness Johnny described. She knew there was a life out there for her somewhere, she just never imagined it was here.
Her gaze found Johnny’s again. A match struck within her, sending fire through her veins. She took in one shuddering breath. Johnny’s eyes darted to her parted lips.
She wasn’t sure who moved first but, between one breath and the next, their lips collided. This wasn’t a tender, tentative kiss. This was wildfire. This was a hurricane tearing through two bodies. Her arms wound around his neck. He gripped her waist and pulled her into his lap. Her legs settled on either side of him as her hands roamed over his chest. His fingers teased the hem of her shirt. Without a word, she lifted her arms. They only broke their kiss long enough for Johnny to slip Holly’s shirt over her head. She hadn’t bothered with a bra today. She didn’t think she would leave the house today...or end up in Johnny’s lap.
His hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts as he took her bottom lip between his teeth. Holly wound her legs around his waist and pulled herself tighter against him. He slipped his hands around her back, allowing her bare breasts to brush against his chest. Goose bumps rose up all over her skin.
Johnny slid his hands beneath the waistband of her leggings, grabbing her ass with both hands. Holly felt his hardening cock press between the apex of her thighs. She rocked into him, electing a deep moan.
The desire to push him to make that noise again gripped Holly. She wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel. He shifted, laying her down gently so that her back was on the couch and he was above her. He wedged his hips between her legs and kissed her hard.
He planted a trail of kisses down her neck, biting softly as he moved down. He kissed her breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. His tongue darted over her. Holly arched up into him, hissing through clenched teeth.
“Johnny,” she whispered.
He kissed his way back up her neck and found her lips again. His hand slid down her torso, traveling beneath the waistband of her leggings. Holly widened her legs, silently begging him to touch her. He teased her gently with his fingertip. At first, it was almost enough to make Holly come undone beneath him, but she quickly grew hungry for more.
She reached for the button of Johnny’s jeans but couldn’t quite get to it. He broke the kiss just long enough to look into her eyes and smile. He undid the button himself and tugged his jeans down, freeing his cock. Its impressive length pressed against her still clothed thigh. Johnny wasted no time freeing Holly of her leggings. She helped him push his jeans all the way off.
“Before you...” She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
“Is everything all right?” Johnny’s brow furrowed. “We don’t have to do this.”
“No!” she cried out. “I mean, yes! I want this. It’s just that...I’ve never done this before.”
“But in the forest,” he said. “I heard you with Garret.”
“We didn’t do...this.”
“You didn’t fuck?”
Holly felt the blood rush to her cheeks. “No, we didn’t.” She couldn’t help but notice how pleased Johnny looked.
“You’ve said fuck many times since I met you,” he said. “Why the hesitation now?”
“It’s a different context,” she reasoned.
“I dare you to say it,” he taunted, nibbling on her earlobe.
Hot chills ran up and down her body. Her sensitive nipples brushed against Johnny’s chest, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her.
“Say it,” he whispered. The head of his cock teased her entrance. “I’m not going to do anything until you say it.”
“You’re mean,” she hissed, sinking her teeth into his neck.
He groaned into her ear. “Say it,” he dared her.
“Fuck me, Johnny,” she whispered in his ear.
He pulled his head back in order to kiss her one last time before sliding inside her. Holly let out a shuddering gasp as her body struggled to handle his length and girth.
“Are you all right?” he asked gently, all sweetness again.
“Go softly,” she whispered.
Johnny did as she asked, moving slowly inside her and kissing her softly. He brought one hand up to cup her cheek as he watched her with that smoldering, intense gaze of his. As she relaxed beneath him, he moved faster. With each stroke, pleasure built inside her. Before long, she was arching up into him, urging him faster with her hips and legs.
Johnny didn’t need to be told twice. He slid deeper, burying himself to the hilt. Holly let out a small cry, not of pain but of delight. She knew it would feel
