Mistletoe Motel

14. Holly

Chapter 14

Holly

H olly shrugged off her coat as they entered the motel room, the warmth enveloping her after the chilly night air.

Her skin tingled with anticipation, her mind buzzing from the effects of wine and the intoxicating tension that had been building between them all evening. The playful banter, the lingering touches, the heated glances across the dinner table—it all culminated in a delicious, almost unbearable anticipation. Holly’s nerves were on edge, every sense heightened. She could still feel the phantom touch of Mack’s hand on her thigh under the table, could still see the mischievous glint in her eyes as they’d made thinly veiled innuendos. The flirting had been relentless, each exchange adding fuel to a smoldering fire that now threatened to consume her.

Before she could hang up her coat, Mack took it from her hands and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor along with her own.

“Priorities,” she murmured with a mischievous smile.

Holly barely had a chance to register the movement before Mack’s lips were on hers—desperate, hungry, as though she had been waiting for this all night. Holly gasped into the kiss, caught between surprise and the rapid escalation of desire that surged through her. Their lips crashed with a fierce urgency, and Mack’s hands cupped her face, fingers tangling in her hair as she gently pushed her against the wall. She was in-charge and Holly loved it, her body responding instinctively, grinding into Mack’s.

Her arms wrapped around Mack’s waist, pulling her against her, deepening the kiss while Mack’s hands roamed restlessly, tracing the curve of Holly’s neck, skimming down her sides.

Holly was drowning in the kiss—Mack’s lips, her hands, the way her body pressed insistently against hers. There was a desperation in Mack’s touch, something almost primal. Their breaths mingled, short and ragged, between fevered kisses, and Holly felt her pulse quickening, her heart beating wildly against her ribs. Mack’s hand found its way underneath Holly’s sweater, tracing her back and making Holly shiver with anticipation. Her touch was electric, and Holly had never felt so present, so aware of her own body, of every inch of her that brushed against Mack’s.

Small, needy sounds escaped from Holly’s throat as Mack’s mouth moved to her jawline, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Her knees felt weak, but Mack’s hands were there, holding her up, steadying her against the wall. Her thoughts were a chaotic whirl—flashes of longing, of the undeniable attraction she’d felt for the past twenty-four hours.

Mack’s hands roamed over her back, her fingers digging into her skin before they lowered to her behind and squeezed it. She pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Holly’s eyes, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her blue eyes were dark, filled with the same need, the same intensity that coursed through Holly’s veins. For a moment, they stood there, breathing each other in, their foreheads pressed together, sharing the silence, the rawness of the moment.

Holly’s heart was racing, her skin flushed and hot. She felt dizzy, intoxicated and yet so present, alive in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. She was caught between wanting to savor every second and the overwhelming desire to let go completely.

“You know…” Mack’s voice was barely a whisper, her words rough and breathless as she brushed a thumb across Holly’s cheek. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”

Holly’s lips tugged into a smile, still tingling from the searing kiss. “Me too,” she whispered. “I want you. I want all of you.” Tugging at Mack’s sweater, she waited for her to raise her arms so she could pull it off, along with her T-shirt.

Holly’s breath hitched as Mack stood before her, stripped down to nothing but her sports bra and jeans. The soft, dim light of the motel room illuminated her toned arms and shoulders, revealing the lean, defined muscles that flexed with every subtle movement. Holly’s eyes trailed over Mack’s body, tracing the delicate contours of her collarbone, the curve of her biceps, and the smooth expanse of her abdomen, only partially obscured by the hem of the snug sports bra.

She was mesmerized by the faint rise and fall of Mack’s chest as she breathed, her heartbeat still rapid from the intensity of their kiss. The sight of her like this, raw and vulnerable yet utterly confident, made Holly want to devour her. She was desperate to touch her everywhere, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath her fingertips, to explore every inch of her.

Her gaze traveled upward, lingering on the swell of Mack’s breasts before meeting her gaze again. Mack’s eyes held her captive—their usual mischievous glint now replaced with something deeper, something more intense as she removed her sports bra and dropped it to the floor.

Mack’s breasts were small and firm, yet undeniably sensual, her skin smooth and pale, with faint traces of freckles across her chest that Holly hadn’t noticed before. Her nipples were hard, a soft blush of pink that contrasted with the ivory of her skin.

Holly felt the heat radiating from her, the barely restrained power in the way she held herself. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her own sweater, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. She stood before Mack in her lace bra, the delicate fabric hugging her form and exposing just enough to make her feel both bold and vulnerable at once. Her skin prickled with anticipation, goose bumps rising along her arms, and she could feel Mack’s gaze on her, burning into her skin.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the air between them crackling with tension. Holly’s breath came shallow and fast as she teetered on the edge of restraint and desire. Every nerve in her body was alight with sensation, every inch of her aching for Mack’s touch.

Mack reached out, her fingers grazing Holly’s arm lightly, as if testing the boundaries of her self-control, and Holly instinctively leaned into it, craving more.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured as she slid Holly’s bra straps over her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around Holly to unclip it and leaned into her, brushing her mouth against Holly’s. “Come here.”

Her lips parted as she slid her tongue over Holly’s upper lip, a low hum escaping her throat. Holly felt the world tilt, heat flooding every inch of her skin as they fell into a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. She wrapped her arms around Mack’s neck and sighed at the delicious sensation of skin against skin.

Mack’s hands cupped Holly’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over her already sensitive nipples, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched into the touch, her hands finding their way over Mack’s shoulders and her back. And then Mack’s mouth was on her breasts, kissing them, sucking and biting her nipples.

Holly moaned, her hips rocking against Mack’s thigh. Heat pooled between her legs, the ache building inside her.

Mack pulled her away from the wall, guiding her toward the bed with a sense of urgency, her lips never leaving Holly’s skin. They stumbled together, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, and Holly laughed softly, the sound cut off by another kiss. Mack’s weight settled over her, their bodies perfectly aligned as Mack’s thigh pressed between Holly’s legs, hard and insistent.

Mack’s lips found Holly’s neck again, her hands sliding lower, tugging at the waistband of Holly’s jeans, her fingers deft and practiced as she unbuttoned them and slid them down her legs. Holly kicked them off, her body humming with anticipation as Mack’s hands returned, this time slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear, teasing her in a way that made her gasp, her back arching off the bed.

“God, Holly,” Mack whispered against her skin, her voice husky and raw. “You have no idea how much I’ve been fantasizing about this.”

Holly barely had time to respond before Mack’s fingers slid lower, finding the heat between her legs. She was so wet, her body aching for more, and when Mack’s fingers began to move in slow, steady circles, Holly’s moan was low and needy, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her.

“What do you want, Holly?”

Holly couldn’t think, couldn’t find words, so in answer, she poured everything she felt into a kiss, wrapping her arms around Mack and pulling her tightly against her.

Mack continued her slow, torturous rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge with every stroke. Holly’s mind was a haze of pleasure, her hips moving in time with Mack’s hand as she unraveled beneath her.

Mack’s lips were everywhere—on her neck, her collarbone, trailing soft, biting kisses down the slope of her breast, her tongue flicking teasingly across her nipple before pulling it into her mouth. Holly gasped at the sensation, her body arching into Mack’s touch, her fingers tangled in Mack’s hair as she held her there, not wanting to let go, not wanting the moment to end. The warmth of Mack’s mouth, her hands, the slick heat between them—it was all too much and yet never enough.

The tension coiled tight in her belly, her hips moving instinctively, chasing the pleasure that pulsed between her legs, the sensation of Mack’s fingers driving her mad. Lost in the rhythm of her body, the heat and pressure were building inside her like a storm on the verge of breaking.

“Mack,” Holly moaned, her voice barely a whisper, breathless and desperate, her body trembling with need. “Yes…” She opened her eyes, finding Mack staring back at her, her gaze dark and intense, filled with the same desire that flooded Holly’s veins.

“What do you want?” Mack asked again, her voice rough with need, her fingers never stopping, their rhythm steady, maddeningly slow. She pressed her forehead against Holly’s, their breaths mingling in the charged air between them.

“I want to feel you inside me,” Holly whispered through quick breaths.

Mack groaned against her mouth as she kissed her, and Holly could feel the tension in Mack’s body too, the way she trembled against her, barely holding herself back. Mack carefully pushed two fingers inside her and Holly gasped, hanging on the edge of release.

She broke the kiss, her head falling back against the pillow as her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes fluttering shut. Mack pressed her lips to Holly’s throat, and even as her body surged with pleasure, Holly’s hands roamed over Mack’s back, her nails digging in, urging her on, needing more, needing everything.

“Please…” She bucked her hips against Mack’s hand, her body trembling with the force of her climax. Her pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until everything inside her shattered, her moans loud and unabashed as she gave herself over completely to the moment.

Mack’s hand never faltered, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until Holly was a trembling mess beneath her. She held her close, their bodies tangled together, her kisses softening into something more tender, more intimate.

For a few blissful moments, they lay together, intertwined, their breaths slowly evening out as the heat of the moment began to dissipate. Holly’s heart was still racing, her skin flushed and tingling from the aftershocks of her release.

Mack smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her skin before pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. Holly’s heart swelled at the sight of her, her hair tousled, her eyes heavy-lidded with affection and a cute hint of smugness. She looked beautiful.

“Are you okay?” Mack whispered, her voice gentle.

Holly nodded, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of Mack’s hair behind her ear. “That was amazing.” She shot her a wicked smile as she shifted, rolling them over so she straddled Mack. Her fingers traced slow, teasing circles on Mack’s bare skin, and leaning down, she kissed her softly before pulling back to whisper against her lips, “Now it’s my turn to make you beg.”