Page 103 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

Her brow wrinkled more. “Because you’re looking for more than I can give you.” She shook her head. “Or, you’re supposed to be.”

“I don’t care.” My thumb stroked the skin beneath her ear and she bit her lip again.

“You should,” she insisted, but her gaze turned unfocused as my thumb brushed back and forth.

“I want to be here with you. That’s all I want.”

Her throat worked as she watched me, vulnerability shining in her eyes. “Holden, you’re going to break my fucking heart.”

My pulse raced in my ears and I shook my head hard. “Never, Sadie. I’ll break my own before I break yours. I’d never hurt you.”

She rolled her mouth and her eyes dropped to my chest.

“Hey.” My other hand came to frame her jaw and I tilted her face up to mine. “Look at me, honey.”

Her eyes met mine, so full of worry. My Sadie, so scared to take the leap. A strobe light went off, shattering her image into a thousand flashes.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded, wincing. “That’s the problem. I do trust you. I trust you more than anyone.”

My face broke into a smile, ear to ear. Something warm and full of energy and light burst open in my chest. “Let me prove it to you.”

She licked her lips before she nodded at me, offering me a tentative smile. “I love seeing you smile like that.” She bit her lip, shaking her head. “It takes over your whole face.”

“Mhm.” I leaned down to kiss her, taking the brush from her hand and setting it on the table. I coaxed her lips open with mine and tasted her. She moaned into my mouth and I wrapped her ponytail around my fist. Need coursed through my blood as her hands came around my neck, and I walked her to the nearest wall.

She let out a laugh against my mouth. “There’s paint on my back.”

I glanced behind her. I had backed her straight into a canvas. “Sorry.”

“’S’ok,” she murmured, hands coming to my hair and pulling my head back down to her mouth. Her lips seared me, so sweet and soft, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I stroked her tongue the way I wanted to fuck her. We still hadn’t done that because I didn’t want to rush her, but it still crept into my thoughts every twelve seconds for the past month.

Without realizing it, I shifted my hips against hers and pinned her to the canvas. She gasped as I rocked my rigid length against her center. Her gaze flared and through the fabric of her bra, her nipples pinched.

“Let’s go,” she murmured, eyes on me, dark and dazed. She grinned like a little devil.

I nodded, took her hand, and pulled her out of there.

When we got to the truck, she paused as I hauled the door open. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had that adorable, sexy, unfocused look.

“We’ll get paint in your truck.”

“I don’t care,” I gritted out. “I want to get home so I can make you come.”

A light laugh escaped her but her gaze blazed. “God, you have a dirty mouth.”

I stepped forward to tower over her. “You love my mouth.”

She nodded, grin widening. “I do.”

I gave her ass a sharp slap. “Get in.”

She hopped up, I closed the door behind her, and the second I climbed into the driver’s side, she flipped the center console up and deposited herself in my lap, straddling me in the dark.

She stroked my bare chest and the need in her eyes made me even harder. My mouth fell open as she rocked against me, scattering my thoughts.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” I groaned as my balls ached. Her hand fumbled on my belt. “Are we doing this?” I gripped her thighs.

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