Page 33 of Holden

“One day I’ll buy lingerie,” I whisper.

He grins. “Yeah? Something red?”

I smile. “And lacey.”

“I love it.”

I love you.

My eyes go wide as I realize how close I’ve come to saying the words aloud. Holden doesn’t seem to notice my internal struggle. He has already begun to strip me off my skirt, my underwear, until I lay bottomless on the bed, my pussy exposed and wet.

Every hair on my body stands at attention as I wait for his lead.

It’s always like this, the anticipation of what he’ll do next.

“You’re sure this what you want, sweetness?’

I swallow any hesitation and nod. “Yes.”

Now. Always. No matter how often we spend together my body can’t get enough. I can’t get enough, and I’m all too aware of how dangerous that is.

Holden crawls back onto the bed and hovers over me, pinning my wrists to the sheets with his weight. The heat of skin against skin ignites like it’s on fire. Reaching with one hand, he pushes my hair off my shoulders, allowing clear access for his tongue to swipe along my throat. I crane my neck, inviting him to nibble on my earlobe. Holy fuck. It’s like fire and ice.

His teeth and mouth work in unison, and I writhe under his body. Just when I think I can’t take any more, the low vibrato of his voice thrums against my eardrum, unleashing a fresh wave of warmth between my legs. I wriggle beneath his body, pawing at his chest, desperate for access to any part of him.

“Kiss me, Holden.”

He hesitates for so long I worry he might not want the intimacy. But then he leans toward me, and when at long last his mouth finds mine, I part my lips to allow his tongue inside. The kiss deepens quickly, becoming more urgent and desperate. I can scarcely catch my breath. He devours my mouth in a frenzy that kick starts my pulse and send it into overdrive. My heartbeat cranks to full speed.

“I’m going to kiss every part of your body, sweetness.”

And I absolutely believe that he will. His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw, and down the slope of my neck. He nips at my shoulders, and trails his tongue between my breasts. His breath is hot, the air cool. Wicked sensations scream through me. When his tongue pauses to circle my nipple, my breath comes in sharp gasps.

“Jesus, Holden…”

He pays no mind to my weak protest, and cradles my nipple between his teeth. Gently, he begins to suck. The pressure softens, intensifies, ebbs and flows. Dear Lord, I want it all. Everything. Now. I arch my hips, meeting the push and pull of his rhythm, and without warning, my insides begin to uncoil.

I tamp back the emotions gathering at the base of my throat, reminding myself that the foundation for this indecent arrangement is nothing more than untethered sex. But sweet Jesus, it will be worth it. Whatever reservations I still have, there’s no doubt about it—I will remember this the rest of my life.

My hand finds the back of his head, and I draw his hair into my fist, pushing his mouth harder against my flesh. He nips, sucks, bites down hard enough to make me cry out, before dragging his lips to my other breast to give it the same undivided attention.

My fingertip rolls around the free nipple, raw from his teeth. No matter how hard I try, I can’t mimic the motions, the tinge of surprise that both pleasures and pains. The frustration is cut off by the shocking rise of a climax that hits without warning. I’m so turned on that even the subtlest motions could trigger a full-on release.

Surely there must be a reason for it.

Something more potent than carnal lust. An emotion deeper, more powerful than love.

Does he feel it too?

I search his face, but find nothing to give me a sense of how he’s feeling.

Holden pulls his mouth away and sits upright to unbutton his pants. He reaches down to spring free his cock, and I suck in a gasp. His size always startles me, no matter how often we fuck. And the sight of it—hard and ready—fills me with brazen desire.

I need him inside me.

Need him to mark me, make me his.

Fuck it. I just need him.