Stranded by Jaymie Holland

placed his hand against her back,
burning heat through her shirt to her skin. “Three minutes.” He
pressed her more forcefully. “You have two to go.”
    A minute? It had only been a minute?
    Kissing Holden made her feel as if she’d been
kissing him for hours. She lost herself in his lips, his tongue,
his taste…the press of his hard cock beneath her ass. It was
incredible.
    She caught Dawson’s scent as he kept his hand
against her back. He skimmed the fingertips of his other hand along
her neckline, over her shoulders and down to her waist. The touch
was slow and sensual. Her body was on fire, the dampness growing
between her thighs.
    A part of her was certain he’d ditched the
ice cubes before he’d started touching her. Otherwise he couldn’t
possibly be generating the kind of heat that he was now as he moved
his lips to her neck and kissed her. He slid his fingers up from
her waist to the sides of her breasts and she shivered with
pleasure.
    Only the T-shirt covered her bare breasts and
the contact of his fingers through the cloth felt close to having
nothing on at all. It made her want him even more.
    Dawson moved his hands to her nipples and
tingles raced over her skin at his touch. She moaned into Holden’s
mouth. Dawson teased her nipples before moving his hands away from
her breasts.
    She made a sound of protest when he no longer
touched her breasts, her body immediately missing the contact. He
slipped his hands down to the hem of her T-shirt and started to
pull it up, pausing at her belly button. He slid the T-shirt upward
and she found herself helping him pull it over her head.
    ***

Chapter 11
    At first Erika tried to blame the wine for
feeling so free to let Dawson pull her T-shirt over her head—and
helping him do it. But the truth was she wanted this. She wanted
both men, and she wanted them now.
    No, she wasn’t promiscuous, and she didn’t do
one-night stands, but this…this felt different. When she made a
decision, she carried it through, and she’d just make a big
one.
    She was going to have both Holden and Dawson.
At the same time.
    Now.
    She held her breath as Dawson tossed the
T-shirt aside. Holden cupped her breasts and slowly ran his thumbs
over her nipples. He ducked his head and nuzzled the valley
between. She moaned as his warm breath tickled her skin and she
slid her hands into his hair and clenched her fists in the
strands.
    From behind, Dawson pushed her ponytail aside
and kissed the curve of her neck to her shoulder. His lips were
soft against her skin and she could hear him audibly inhaling her
scent. Just knowing he was filling himself with the smell of her
sent a thrill throughout her body.
    A gasp of pleasure escaped her as Holden
moved his mouth to her nipple and slipped it into the moist warmth
before sucking.
    The ache between her thighs increased with
every touch, every caress, every lick and kiss. Holden moved his
mouth from one breast to the other, paying attention to each nipple
in detail. She felt herself grow wetter and wetter, her body
tightening and an ache deep in her core.
    She tilted her head to the side to look up at
Dawson through eyelids shuttering her eyes. His eyes were dark and
smoky and he lowered his head so that his mouth hovered over hers.
He didn’t wait for her to give him permission. He took what he
wanted.
    He sucked her lower lip between his teeth and
nipped. The act was animalistic and primal, like the wolf tattooed
onto his chest. He slid his tongue over the soft flesh, and she let
out a small moan as she vibrated with pleasure.
    She began moving her hands over Holden’s
skin, trailing her fingers, touching his hard muscular body.
    Holden raised his head from sucking her wet
nipples that puckered in the cool air. The wild sensations
continued through her body as he flicked the taut buds with his
fingers. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Erika.”
    “That’s one thing my cousin and I definitely
agree on,” Dawson