“Hmm, that might have been a better experience,” I tease him. He yanks me in the direction of the exit, but I resist. “Wait, I need something.” I reach behind me and sweep the napkin off the bar top. Holding it up, I show Holden. “A memento that we need to keep.”
He smiles in agreement.
* * *
Clothes scatterto the floor within seconds of closing the door. But we don’t even manage to make it to the bed because we fall to the rug, laughing when one of us trips on his belt that fell somewhere in our frenzy. We explore one another with our hands as our lips stay melded to one another as we kneel. We’re in this crazy frenzy of wanting it all at once.
The moment his fingers sneak between us to circle my clit, I’m already shuddering from an orgasm that will hit me soon. Holden always knows how to touch me, the map of my body he long ago discovered and imprinted in his head.
His skims down my neck, nipping a few times as he strokes my pussy. “So fucking ready for me,” he mutters against my collarbone. He brings his soaking fingers up to twist my nipple, and he latches his mouth onto the other.
“Please,” I croon. “Inside of me now.”
He answers by guiding me back onto the floor and parting my thighs with my knees up. “I need to come inside you.” He slips inside of me, taking me deep on the first thrust, my entire body buzzing with anticipation and desire. Surrendering to Holden leads us on this session of clinging to one another, his cock hitting that spot and his tip going as deep as possible. I’m snug around him, squeezing a little extra, with my arousal covering his length.
“You’re mine,” he whispers in my ear.
“I’m yours,” I rasp back.
We move together in sync, and I don’t even care that our bodies are roughly mounting against the rug.
It only takes a few minutes until we both collapse, seeing stars. Holden stays in me, his ear resting against my chest where my heart feels like it might explode.
A droll smile ghosts my lips. “I’m positive I might have bruises tomorrow.” I laugh. We have every reason to be happy right now.
He kisses the top of my breast. “Sorry.”
“I’m not. It’s kind of funny.”
Holden looks up at me with skeptical eyes, only to notice my overjoyed face. “We didn’t even make it to our favorite bed.”
I rake his hair with my fingers. “Meh, we now know the rug I chose is perfect for all activities.”
He chuckles. “Let me get you something.” The moment he pulls out, I feel a loss and want him back. But the logistics of sex on a rug that isn’t ours is crucial right now. Holden returns with a towel and cleans me up. “On the bed.”
My eyes turn into saucers. “I know you used to be an athlete but surely your recovery time after what just transpired can’t be that quick.”
He shakes his head ruefully then offers me his hand to yank me up. “To actually enjoy the bed. We can even sleep here tonight. That’s a first and a cause for celebration.”
I snort a laugh. “Oh, because our making up is not at all important,” I say sarcastically as I find my way under the duvet with Holden.
“We can go back and forth like this for eternity.” His smile is something new to me; he’s truly happy and at peace. My head finds the center of his chest to rest on, and he kisses the top of my hair. “Speaking of eternity, do you ever want to get married?”
My eyes turn bold because he said that so easily. “Oh.” I bite my bottom lip. “I guess, yet again, we might have missed a tiny detail or two in terms of discussions we probably should have had.” A sound of humor rumbles in the back of his throat. “But yes.”
He squeezes me close. “Okay. I’m on board. Kids?”
Something inside me twists. He already has two kids, so maybe he doesn’t want to relive having a baby around, but honesty is essential. “Yes, one baby.”
“I can do that. Or rather, I would love it. To see you pregnant with my child.” God, I love the certainty in his voice.
“All the checkmarks complete… Oh, wait.”
Holden gives me a peculiar look. “Yes,” he draws out.
“I want a dog too. That would be fun.”
He rolls his eyes. “Have you been talking to Harry?”
