86. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV "And how exactly do I use you, Zeke?" I tilted my head, my words cold, but my heart was pounding in my chest, threatening to give me away. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he lifted his hands and wrapped them gently around mine, his touch warm. "You said you wanted to feel me again. Sober. I can give you that, Holly," he murmured. "All of me. I’ll make sure you remember every second of it." I watched as he pressed a kiss to the back of my hand, slowly, his lips warm against my skin. My breath hitched, but I stayed still. And then his lips began to trail higher. Up my wrist. To the inside of my forearm. His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, like he was asking for permission with every movement. By the time his lips brushed my shoulder, he was standing again, his body towering over mine but still radiating that same vulnerability from when he’d been on his knees. His mouth hovered near my neck, his breath warm against my skin, sending a shudder down my spine.