Page 83 of Wish You Would

“Did you feel that?” I ask.

“I did!” Holden stares at my belly, his long, masculine fingers curled over the bump of my stomach. “Jesus, he’s got quite the kick.”

“He can feel your hand,” I whisper. “He wants to say hi to his daddy.”

“Hey, little guy,” he says softly as his thumb brushes back and forth over my skin. A wave of emotion rocks through me. Until now, only I had been experiencing the physical part of growing our baby inside of me. Having Holden—my boyfriend and the father of our baby—feel it too is surreal. I place my hand on top of his.

“There really is a baby in there,” he says with astonishment in his sparkling green eyes.

I laugh. “Yeah, there is. It’s wild, isn’t it?”

He leaves his hand where it is, right under mine, and leans down to kiss me. I ruffle his hair with my free hand. Holden’s lips brush over mine, and his eyes turn darker. It’s the look he gives me when he needs me. In this moment, I need him too.

I kiss him faintly, my lips lingering on his as I sit up. My thighs widen and Holden moves to his knees between them as he takes my face in his hands, eyes searing into mine.

Our gazes hold in a potent, deep moment making my heart expand and soar. I’m falling harder and deeper for Holden Banks, and I’m praying that he feels the same way for me too.

“Need you, pretty girl.”

My fingers ball his T-shirt into a tight grasp. “Need you too.”

Then he is on me, and I’m on him. We collide, his hands in my hair, his lips fastened to mine. His tongue delves into my mouth, sweeping inside, kissing me hard, brutally, as I cling to his shirt.

He’s all hard muscle, so perfect against my soft curves that I never want to let him go. Adrenaline streams through my veins. Needing to feel his skin against mine, I shove his shirt up, dragging my fingertips down his spine. He growls against my mouth and ruts his hard cock into my core.

“Briar.” He sucks on my bottom lip, nipping at the flesh with his teeth before he goes back to ravishing my mouth.

My tank top is pulled over my head, and his mouth is sucking a nipple into his mouth. He grabs and flicks, licks and swirls his tongue until I’m a writhing mess, begging him to give me more. He groans against my nipple, like just the taste of my flesh is getting him off.

I arch into his mouth, giving him more of what he wants as my hands tug on the strands of his hair. “Baby, I need you. You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”

He nods. “What do you want, pretty girl? Be a good girl for me and use your words and tell me exactly where you want me.”

His jaw is in my hands, and I pull his mouth to mine, again wedging his cock into the apex of my thighs. I groan as he hits my clit through the fabric of my shorts.

“There, Holden. I need you there, baby,” I pant beforethe rest of my clothes are shed and he pulls his shirt up over his head. I ache everywhere at the thought of having him inside of me. I’m desperate and on edge. One of the side effects of my pregnancy is that I’m never satiated. I’m always wanting more.

Or maybe it’s just what Holden does to me. I doubt this need for him will ever fade.

My heart races when his thumbs hook inside the waistband of his joggers. And when he slips them over his hips and his cock juts out for me, I am crazed.

“Wrap your hand around my cock, Bee, and touch me the way I like.”

I reach down between our bodies, taking his smooth, velvety erection in my hand. Holden Banks is beautiful beyond belief when he’s naked and hard for me. It’s a sight that I will never get tired of.

Holden fingers graze over the curve of my belly, and I widen my legs, making it easier for him to touch me. I groan when his fingers slide along my soaking wet slit and then push inside of me. Pumping two fingers in and out of me to make room for his astonishing length, the sound of my arousal is the only thing I hear.

“How are you this wet when I only began to touch you, pretty girl?”

“Holden,” I moan, my hips riding his fingers, already so close to coming in under a minute. “You, baby, it’s you.”

How does he turn me on so quickly? I’m on the verge, needy and helpless as he gives me what I need.

“I know, baby.” He curls his fingers against my inner wall, hitting my G-spot. “My pretty girl. Perfect tits and so damn wet for me. You’re such a good girl. Now, I want you to come for me so I can give you my cock.”

He uses his other hand to play with my clit, quickcircular motions until my inner muscles clench around his fingers and I’m crying out his name.

“Oh god,” I groan. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

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