Unwrapping Holly: Read Free Page A

thought. No boyfriend. Later, he’d examine why that pleased him so much. Right now, he would simply accept that he wanted her, and he wasn’t about to let this end here.
    There was no way in hell that Cole was allowing her to escape. And escape is what she intended. He was now clear that she’d started this little game, perhaps played it bold beyond her nature, because she’d known it could go nowhere—not with her parents waiting for her.
    He reached for her coat as she stood up, calculating how he was going to deal with her intention to cut and run. She wanted him, but she didn’t know how to deal with him outside a safety zone. And for him, that simply wasn’t acceptable. He draped the coat behind her, allowing her to slide her arms inside while ensuring she remained facing him. The instant she was inside the coat, he grabbed the collar and pulled her body next to his.
    She sucked in a breath and stared up at him. “What are you doing?”
    “Making sure you don’t forget me,” he murmured, his voice low, laden with the desire coursing through his veins. “I don’t plan to forget you.”
    “I can promise,” she whispered. “I won’t—”
    He kissed her, pressed his lips to her soft, silky, warm mouth and drank her in. His tongue slipped past her teeth, explored with gentle strokes. She tasted like coffee and whiskey, like temptation and heaven. And when she sighed into his mouth, her tongue melting against his, he decided she felt like a witch because she’d damned sure cast one hell of a spell over him.
    Slowly, he turned her to the corner, inched her into the area behind the jukebox. “Not here,” she objected weakly. “Not now.” The battle between the woman who wanted to let him take her to the bathroom and fuck her, here and now, and the woman who would never dare such a thing, was clear, and Cole wanted them both. Wanted to be the man who tore down her inhibitions. He wanted to be the man who found the real woman beneath the reserve.
    “Now,” he insisted, his hands caressing the sides of her full, high breasts, his fingers rubbing against her nipples, teasing them through the sheer fabric of her shirt.
    Her breathing heavy, her hands covered his, while her back arched into him, silently welcoming him to pull her closer. An invitation he damned sure wasn’t going to decline. Cole slid his hand over her tight little ass and molded her hips against his, fitting his cock into the heat of her body. He was hard, thick, raging with the need to be inside her. And he could damn near taste her desire in the air.
    Her fingers spread across his chest, as if she wanted to explore his body but did not dare. When he was through with her she’d dare to do that and a hell of a lot more.
    “What if I said I could make you come and no one would ever know?”
    She offered no objection, just disbelief. “That’s impossible.”
    Cole drew back, fixed her in a steady stare that said he wasn’t going to back down. He’d heard the quaver in her voice, the sound of fear and excitement mixed together. “I love a good challenge, sweetheart.” He pressed her against the wall, using his knees to urge her legs apart. “That’s it, baby.” He watched her expression as he traced a path up her thigh, then slid his hand along the seam of her jeans to caress her clit. She bit her lip, fought a moan.
    The thrill of conquest burned through his veins, drew his balls tight, thickened his groin. He wanted her pleasure, wanted her aroused to the point of no return. And she was close, so close to completely letting go. Or so he thought.
    Abruptly, her phone rang again and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh God. My parents.” Her hands pressed against his shoulders, more firmly this time. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
    Cole’s gut clenched in disappointment over the sudden shift in her mood. And as much as he burned to run his hands over her hips and feel her softness nuzzled against his rock-hard cock, he