“My baby,” he lifts me up and sets me on the kitchen counter, landing a kiss on my shoulder freckle before setting another on my lips, “you embody everything right about the world. And nothing, I mean nothing, is going to make me not want you.”
“Really?” I whisper, turning his hat back. “You want to name a snowman Flake-zilla and make famous grilled cheese for our kids?”
He smiles sweetly and kisses the tip of my nose. “I want as many kids as we can have, I want them all to eat this famous grilled cheese, and if every snowman I meet isn’t named Flake-zilla, I’ll know I’m living a lie.” He inches his rough hand up my skirt and onto my thigh as his lips brush against mine, hard and eager.
The soup pot bubbles beside us, but he doesn’t seem bothered. He’s too focused on me, too lost in the world we’re creating. It’s part of what I love most about him. When we’re together, I feel like the only person in his world. Or at the very least, the most interesting.
His big, rough hand presses between my thighs and he parts my legs gently before rubbing his thumb against my damp, cotton covered crease.
“I had this idea,” he rasps as he nibbles his way down my shoulder.
“What’s that?” I whisper, inadvertently knocking his hat to the floor as I push my fingertips through the back of his hair.
“I had this idea that your first time would be on the bed surrounded by candles, or that we’d find some meadow, lay a blanket down, and the whole thing would be soft and sweet for you.”
I beam and press my lips against the lobe of his ear. “There’s three feet of snow on the ground. I’m not sure the meadow would’ve been as romantic as you’re picturing.”
I feel his smile against my shoulder as the tips of his fingers slide past my panties and press inside of me. “I’m going to make you mine tonight, my baby,” he groans. “Tell me you want that too.”
I melt into him, every muscle in my body relaxing against the heat of his touch.
“I want that too,” I pant, my mouth curving up into a wicked, begging grin. “Make me yours.”
His tone deepens. “Even if the logistics aren’t easy? Even if we upset Wyatt? Even if—”
“Make me yours,” I plead, unbuckling his jeans before pushing them to the floor with my bare feet.
A dark growl slips from his throat as he tugs me to the edge of the countertop. “Okay, then lay back. I need to taste you.”
We’ve played around so much. His hands have been all over me, mine were all over him, but Holden insisted we never let things get much further than this until we were out in the open.
I’m not sure that’s what this is, but I’m happy, regardless of the details.
I tuck under the overhead cupboards and lean back on the cool, stone top as he tugs me further to the edge, lands my legs on his shoulders, and leans in, breathing in my scent like a wild animal that’s hungry for a meal.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he growls deep in his throat as he wraps his rough palms around my thighs, tucks his head under my skirt, and licks his way inside of me.
Dear fucking heaven on Earth! His tickling beard, his rough hands, the way his deep voice reverberates… every sensation is ecstasy.
I press down and scrub my hips against him, desperate to have him everywhere all at once.
“Good girl,” he murmurs between licks. “Rub yourself all over me.”
My eyes squeeze shut as he thrusts his thick fingers inside, simultaneously twisting his tongue around my clit. Is it normal to feel so close to the edge already? Is it normal to be this wet?
For a second, I worry that I’m doing everything wrong. That my body is overcompensating. That I’m not moaning enough. That I’m not putting on a good enough show. Then, his fingertip meets a spongy center at the top wall of my core, and I lose sight of every fear I’ve ever had about anything, ever.
Chapter Six
Holden
I scrape my teeth against the lips of Maya’s soft, wet pussy as I breathe her in. There’s nothing like it. Her scent is beckoning to the animal inside of me. It’s a dangerous place to be, and I’m well aware of the consequences. Surface level alone, she’s too young for me. On top of that, there’s her brother, and now this fucking secret.
I need to get a grip, but as her nails dig into my biceps, I respond by sucking and licking harder. I’m desperate. Desperate to feel her shivering core against my face as she soaks my beard and begs for release.
Fuck!I’ve never needed anything more.
“Oh God, Holden,” she sighs as I move the pressure above her clit.
