Page 114 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

Sadie

A blanket fortwas a huge mistake.

I had wiggled into the cocoon of blankets and pillows first, and watched as Holden hit a switch beside the fireplace. Flames sprang to life and a moment later, warmth radiated from the glass.

All I could smell was Holden. He was everywhere in here. In the blankets. In the pillows. His masculine, clean, sharp, intoxicating scent filled my nose and my head and made my thoughts float around. It made my blood hum. It made the spot between my legs ache.

Holden slid into the blanket fort and his arm brushed mine. The touch shot sparks all the way to my toes. I was lying on my stomach and my nipples pinched. I held my breath.

He shifted to his side, propped up on his elbow, watching me. I shifted onto my side so I faced him, reached out to touch the corner of his mouth again.

The corner of his mouth tugged up again but I didn’t pull away. I dragged my finger along the line where his lip met his chin, tracing softly. His gaze heated.

“You never told me why you avoided me all summer,” I said softly.

His throat worked and he exhaled out his nose and his breath tickled the back of my hand. My heart was beating out of my chest.

“You’re perfect.” His lips moved against my finger. His gaze pinned me, simmering and filling with liquid heat. His throat worked. “You were perfect and you were leaving, and I had the most intense crush on you. Still do.”

My breath caught as his hand wrapped around my wrist. He pulled my hand forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on my pulse point. His stubble scraped the sensitive skin and my blood melted in my brain. My pulse beat between my legs. My underwear was damp.

“Your eyelashes are unfair,” I said, because my brain had short-circuited the moment his mouth touched my wrist.

He glanced up at me through those unfair lashes before pressing another kiss onto my wrist. My eyelids fell halfway closed and I let out a long breath.

“Yeah?”

I nodded, pressing my mouth together. My nipples pinched and my sensitive parts ached.

He nipped the inside of my wrist with dark eyes and I let out a soft moan before I crawled on top of him. I pressed a hand to his shoulder and he fell onto his back, watching me the entire time with that heated, hungry look. My body weight settled onto his and I leaned down to kiss him.

Holden’s hand wrapped around my waist as my lips brushed his. His stubble scraped my chin and I sighed with relief. His other hand came to my damp hair, threading his fingers in before he pressed his hand to the back of my head to pull me toward him more.

A low groan came out of his throat and he slipped his tongue against the seam of my mouth.

“Fuck, Sadie.” His murmur traveled straight to the spot between my legs and I shifted, straddling him. My elbows were on the floor beside his head, propping myself up and caging him in.

I tilted my head and slipped inside his mouth. His tongue tangled with mine and I exhaled again. His mouth was so needy and hungry. He explored my mouth like he was memorizing it, tasting me and stroking my tongue in a way that made my brain dizzy.

I sucked on his tongue and he made a noise of anguish and disbelief. He sucked on my tongue and my body twitched against his. A jolt of friction hit me between my legs and his arm slipped down from my waist, palming my ass. He squeezed me before I felt the sharp slap. I yelped into his mouth with a little laugh and opened my eyes.

His eyes blazed. My clit throbbed and I sucked in a deep breath. His hand squeezed my ass again and I clenched around nothing. Our gazes locked, suspended in time in our cozy blanket fort. Flames from the fireplace reflected off his eyes.

“Every time I see the paint in my car, I think about fucking you.” His low voice rumbled against my chest and my nipples prickled, thinking about that night.

One of my hands found his hair, tangling into the soft strands and pulling lightly. His eyes fell halfway closed and he let out a ragged breath, like he was having a hard time staying in control.

“Every time I have a shower, I think about your cock,” I murmured. I shifted my hips and his hard length pressed between my legs. He focused back on me, watching me with a clenched jaw.

I leaned down and brushed my mouth against his skin below his ear. His stubble against my mouth sent sparks down my spine. My eyes were closed but they rolled back at the acute sensation of rough against soft.

“Tell me you touch yourself while thinking about me. Tell me you say my name while you come on that toy of yours.”

I pulled his earlobe between my teeth and he let out a tortured groan. The devil inside me grinned. “I think about you while I touch myself. I moan your name while I come on my vibrator.”

“Fuck.” His chest rose and fell and he closed his eyes. His throat worked and he inhaled a deep breath.

“Relax,” I whispered in his ear. My teeth returned to his earlobe and I gently scraped my teeth down it. He left out a soft moan.

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