That’s why I’m waiting as a man ready to pounce her. “Trust me, Lori and Harry don’t seem to notice or care.”
Lexi twists the ends of her tank top because regular sleeping with one another entails normal pajamas now, just in case we have any family mishaps. “What if they’re scared to say something? It must feel odd that suddenly there is a woman sleeping in their father’s room.”
I pat the bed, inviting her in. “I think we’ve been over this a thousand times. Now get in here.”
Finally, she drops her shoulders and nods in agreement. “You’re right. I’m being silly.” I lift the duvet, and she slides underneath. “I mean, I know how to be quiet anyhow.” There is her assertive spirit returning.
“Damn straight you can, now pass me a condom so we can get a step ahead on this train.”
Her mouth forms an O shape, and a sound croaks out of her mouth. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill, and I want to feel you completely, and I’m positive that you want that too.”
I take hold of her body and drag her on top of me, our eyes connecting with a new significance. There is something about this that only binds us closer.
“Lexi, if you’re truly comfortable with that then there is no going back, because the first taste of the way you feel will be the only way I’ll ever take you again.”
She lowers herself and murmurs against my lips. “I want you to come inside me.”
I’m completely hers, and it’s true… there is no going back in all aspects of us, because she’s completely mine too.
21
LEXI
My toes dig into the mattress while Holden’s eyes gleam and cascade down my body for inspection. There is something about a woman wearing white lingerie with garter belts and stockings; it brings innocence when we’re the opposite. The fact that I’m sitting on the middle of the bed in the luxury suite of the Dizzy Duck Inn is even more special, I think.
I crook a finger to invite Holden to join me. “Surprise,” I whisper.
A sly grin appears on his face as he steps forward while he unbuttons his cufflinks. “I thought we were having a meeting about last-minute touches for the opening in a few days.” His knee dips into the mattress while he approaches me.
My palms smooth next to me over the duvet. “All the more reason to enjoy this room before others get to. Consider it my present to you for reaching a professional milestone in your life.”
With his shirt now on the floor, his lips find mine, and I lose my balance only to land on my back. Holden joins me on his side, breaking our kiss, and his eyes strike below to watch his fingers feather along the lines of the lingerie.
He hisses a sound, very satisfied with this situation. “I completely approve of this outfit, and I completely approve of what you’re going to do while wearing it,” he warns.
“Oh yeah? What might that be?” I rasp.
His kiss on my lips feels stronger; it’s the type that draws out my breath every time and also a kiss to remind me that, for the next few minutes, his mouth will be elsewhere. I’m correct when his lips begin to slither down my throat, skimming my skin, with my entire body curving up to offer him more. Sensitive ripples float through me like a wave, and the ache between my legs begins to make me feel impatient.
“I plan on inspecting every inch of this lace.” Oh yeah, I asked him a question. His lips cover one nipple while his hand squeezes my other breast for attention. “The lace covers far more than I prefer, but it’s so damn sexy on you.”
“Mmhmm.” I close my eyes when he travels below my bra, and I feel his hand sliding up my thigh to explore the edge of my stockings. My panties are already soaked because he’s drawing on my navel with his tongue, pausing near the band of the garter to taunt me.
Snap. His fingers flick the thin straps holding up my stockings. “I think these might need to stay on when your legs are wrapped around me,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Holden.” I begin to beg as I’m desperate for a touch on the spot that will give me only a tiny bit of relief, eager for more.
A moan hits me as his fingers skim over the drenched lace between my legs and along my pussy. I’m mad now that I’m even wearing panties because I want his bare touch. I want all of him. Always.
“You are dying for my cock, clearly.”
His fingers slip under the fabric for one long sweep through my arousal, but that’s all I get as he abandons my pussy to bring his fingers up, ensuring that I’m watching him, with his eyes possessive as he sucks and hums, the sound of his fingers popping out of his mouth. “Sweet as always.”
I nod once, mesmerized by his ability to lead and dominate us without my body or mind wanting to challenge.
He captures my lips for a soft kiss, his lips tracing mine side to side, and I know he wants me to taste myself on his mouth. “I taste good.”
Holden laughs under his breath. “Damn right you do, but I want you to taste me.”
