The Auction: Young Adult Romance, New Adult Romance, Forbidden Love (Magnolia Grove Book 1) by J.B. McGee
Authors: J.B. McGee
Tags: General Fiction
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lips barely part, close, and then open again. She leans forward, accepting the delicate morsel. Atta girl .
While she chews that, I honor my promise to keep quiet. I cut the rest of the meat into pieces. I inch closer, offering her another bite. She moves closer too. Soon, we’re mere inches from each other. Her warmth, her flowery, sweet scent makes me reposition myself in the chair to keep my raging hard-on at bay. When I notice she has something in the crevice of her lips, instead of offering a handkerchief—like a gentleman would do—I gently brush my finger over the spot. I never said I was a gentleman. Or did I? I don’t care. I just want to touch her, to suck those lips until they’re swollen. I want to taste every bit of her mouth with mine.
Fuck.
I refuse to kiss her again after what happened earlier. I thought she wanted it then, but now, the only way that’s going to happen is if she initiates it or asks for it. But even with that said, there’s no way in hell I’m backing away, giving her any space. I’m staying put right where I am hoping she’ll be the one to beg me to finish what we started earlier.
I follow her eyes as they wander to the framed photo of our families near the entry. She’s standing with her brother, mom, and dad. Violet, my baby sister, and I are in front of Mom and Dad. Those were the good ole days. So good it hurts like a bitch. Her face tightens and her eyes squint. Seeing that picture, that look on her face, works better than a cold shower.
“Thank you for bringing me food. That was really sweet.” She stands and points to the door. “I should probably go.”
Focus, Holden . I put the plate down and close the small amount of distance she put between us. “Do something for me the next couple of weeks until our date, will you?”
Her head tilts. “What’s that?” The crease I’ve seen on her forehead most of the night disappears.
I brush a stray piece of hair away from her eye. It’s so fucking soft. Her breath hitches, and so does mine. “Really observe how he treats you, Cammie. I mean, think long and hard about whether you can be happy for the rest of your life with him.” Shoving my hands in my pockets to keep from grabbing her head and pulling her into a kiss, I take a step back. “Even if you decide after our date you still want nothing to do with me. I just want you to be happy, Cam. And I don’t think you are.” What I want to say is that I want to be the one to make her happy, to please her in every way, to be the name she screams when she’s falling over the edge of ecstasy, but I can’t be responsible for her frowns and tears any more than I already have been tonight. My family has caused hers enough anguish. I don’t want to be the cause of her confusion, but rather the spark that lights the path to clarification for her. I want her decision to be abundantly clear, preferably before our date, not after.
She doesn’t say anything. She just swallows, nodding before unlocking the door, opening it, and walking out. Twice tonight I’ve had to watch her leave me, and that’s not something I want to get used to. That, or the heaviness that resides in my chest each time. But I’ve done what I came to do. Hell, I’ve done far more than I could’ve dreamed. I tasted her lips. We did the dance of lovers. And I fucking won her auction. Now, the only thing left to do is win her heart.
No pressure.
Entering the tent, I notice Oliver isn’t at the table, so I scan the bar area. Typically, that’s where they go to hang out—him and his little work friends. I see Luke. He throws his head back a little and smiles at me. But no Oliver.
Why would I stick around here if he’s nowhere to be found? The trip to the cabana wasn’t quite the escape I wanted or expected, especially once Holden arrived. He’s showing me sides of him that I didn’t know existed. Regardless of my opinion of Holden, the questions he’s raised and his feelings of Oliver have
While she chews that, I honor my promise to keep quiet. I cut the rest of the meat into pieces. I inch closer, offering her another bite. She moves closer too. Soon, we’re mere inches from each other. Her warmth, her flowery, sweet scent makes me reposition myself in the chair to keep my raging hard-on at bay. When I notice she has something in the crevice of her lips, instead of offering a handkerchief—like a gentleman would do—I gently brush my finger over the spot. I never said I was a gentleman. Or did I? I don’t care. I just want to touch her, to suck those lips until they’re swollen. I want to taste every bit of her mouth with mine.
Fuck.
I refuse to kiss her again after what happened earlier. I thought she wanted it then, but now, the only way that’s going to happen is if she initiates it or asks for it. But even with that said, there’s no way in hell I’m backing away, giving her any space. I’m staying put right where I am hoping she’ll be the one to beg me to finish what we started earlier.
I follow her eyes as they wander to the framed photo of our families near the entry. She’s standing with her brother, mom, and dad. Violet, my baby sister, and I are in front of Mom and Dad. Those were the good ole days. So good it hurts like a bitch. Her face tightens and her eyes squint. Seeing that picture, that look on her face, works better than a cold shower.
“Thank you for bringing me food. That was really sweet.” She stands and points to the door. “I should probably go.”
Focus, Holden . I put the plate down and close the small amount of distance she put between us. “Do something for me the next couple of weeks until our date, will you?”
Her head tilts. “What’s that?” The crease I’ve seen on her forehead most of the night disappears.
I brush a stray piece of hair away from her eye. It’s so fucking soft. Her breath hitches, and so does mine. “Really observe how he treats you, Cammie. I mean, think long and hard about whether you can be happy for the rest of your life with him.” Shoving my hands in my pockets to keep from grabbing her head and pulling her into a kiss, I take a step back. “Even if you decide after our date you still want nothing to do with me. I just want you to be happy, Cam. And I don’t think you are.” What I want to say is that I want to be the one to make her happy, to please her in every way, to be the name she screams when she’s falling over the edge of ecstasy, but I can’t be responsible for her frowns and tears any more than I already have been tonight. My family has caused hers enough anguish. I don’t want to be the cause of her confusion, but rather the spark that lights the path to clarification for her. I want her decision to be abundantly clear, preferably before our date, not after.
She doesn’t say anything. She just swallows, nodding before unlocking the door, opening it, and walking out. Twice tonight I’ve had to watch her leave me, and that’s not something I want to get used to. That, or the heaviness that resides in my chest each time. But I’ve done what I came to do. Hell, I’ve done far more than I could’ve dreamed. I tasted her lips. We did the dance of lovers. And I fucking won her auction. Now, the only thing left to do is win her heart.
No pressure.
Entering the tent, I notice Oliver isn’t at the table, so I scan the bar area. Typically, that’s where they go to hang out—him and his little work friends. I see Luke. He throws his head back a little and smiles at me. But no Oliver.
Why would I stick around here if he’s nowhere to be found? The trip to the cabana wasn’t quite the escape I wanted or expected, especially once Holden arrived. He’s showing me sides of him that I didn’t know existed. Regardless of my opinion of Holden, the questions he’s raised and his feelings of Oliver have
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