Page 115 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

“You’re torturing me.”

I shifted my hips against his, searching for friction, and he groaned. I smiled against his cheek. “Good. You’re too serious. You could use a bit of torture.”

“Come here.” He fisted my hair and tilted my head so he could take my mouth again, and I moaned as his mouth coaxed mine open. His tongue worked mine, taking my breath away. I drowned in him, head swimming, and it was the best way to die.

Kissing Holden was euphoria.

An unwelcome memory of Grant snuck into my head. He had been drunk after some event and we were back at his apartment, before we moved in together. He had tried to kiss me with his gross beer breath and sloppy mouth, and I made an excuse that I didn’t feel well and took a ride share home.

I had always felt lonely sleeping with Grant, like he didn’t care if I were there or not.

Not like with Holden. He gently nipped my bottom lip, yanking me back to the present.

“Where’d you go?” he murmured against my mouth, tightening his hold on my hair. The pull made my scalp spark and tingle. I arched and pressed my chest into his.

“Nowhere.”

His fingers massaged my scalp and I melted against him.

“Stay with me, okay?”

I nodded against his mouth. My underwear was damp.

“You gonna be bossy with me tonight, honey?”

The low, teasing tone of his words made me shiver. I breathed a laugh against his mouth.

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” His hand rubbed light circles over the seat of my leggings. Too light. I shifted my hips to get more pressure from his hand but he lifted his hand away. “I like it when you’re bossy with me.” His hand returned to my leggings, teasing circles over me. “I think you like it, too.”

I thought about his head between my legs, and my hand on the back of his head, pushing him further. My core throbbed and I twitched again against him.

His hand slid up and into my sweater, skimming my bare back. I could feel the heat of his hand against me, and I sighed into his mouth as he slid his hand higher to between my shoulders. He made a hoarse noise in his throat. “No bra.”

“I’m going to make you come so hard on my mouth,” he whispered against my ear and I shivered. He dragged tantalizing, warm circles on my back, and in combination with the dim lighting in the blanket fort, the warmth from the fireplace, and the gentle thud of his heartbeat against mine, it lulled me into a blissful dizziness.

“I need it,” he murmured.

My center ached.

“Okay,” I said into his neck.

He flipped me on my back and I yelped in surprise. He didn’t have much room to kneel in the fort so he hovered over me, watching my face as his hand dragged up my leggings. His gaze was dark as he reached for the waistband.

“Your ass looks amazing in these leggings.”

I bit back a smile. His hand traced up my inner thigh and I shivered. My underwear was wet. I watched his hands and his face with fascination. His thumb found the crease between my thigh and my pussy and he stroked it over my leggings.

My core throbbed again. A smug expression grew on his face while his dark eyes watched.

He leaned down and kissed me above my clit. My heart beat in my ears and I couldn’t tear my gaze from Holden. He kissed the band of bare skin between the waist of my leggings and my hoodie before he slid the hem of my hoodie higher. He kissed a trail higher, higher, until he shoved the hoodie over my breasts and pulled a pinched peak in his mouth.

We groaned together. The suction of his mouth made my back arch.

“Holden,” I gasped.

“Mhm.” His lips worked one peak and his fingers worked the other.

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