Page 116 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

I whimpered as electricity shimmered through my limbs. His teeth scraped one and my legs jerked. His other hand brushed my clit over my leggings, so gently I could barely feel it, but I gasped again.

“Holden!”

“Mmm?”

“You’re teasing me.”

He dragged his tongue over the point again and kneaded my other breast. I throbbed again and whimpered as pressure grew low in my belly. His finger brushed the seam between my legs again, one slow drag up the center and I bucked.

“Oh no,” he murmured against my chest. “You’re all wet again.” He stroked a strong finger down, harder this time, and my eyes clenched closed.

I had never been this turned on in my life. Never felt this slick and empty. Never wanted anyone this badly. My body hummed and buzzed with need. My brain was somewhere else.

I couldn’t think of a single reason we shouldn’t be doing what we were doing.

I choked a laugh. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

“That’s exactly what I want. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Touch me.”

He dragged a finger up my seam, still too gentle.

“Harder,” I bit out.

He obliged, and he grinned against my nipple as he pulled it with his lips. His finger dragged up over my clit and he gave it a few firm circles, working me higher.

“Again.”

He worked my clit over my leggings a few times, adding more fingers and more surface area. I moaned every time he touched the sensitive bud of nerves.

Holy hell, he was good at this. Too good. It was addictive, and I couldn’t even think about leaving this blanket fort.

I tugged on his hair. “More.”

His eyes were glazed and dark, cloudy with lust, and the sight turned me on even more.

His hands came to the waistband of my leggings. “Lift your hips,” he murmured.

He slid my leggings and underwear down, taking care to pull them over my feet. I pulled my sweater over my head and there I was, naked in a blanket fort with Holden Rhodes.

My gaze roamed his broad shoulders. “Take your shirt off.”

He nodded and yanked it over his head. His muscles rippled as his arms moved and I studied them, fascinated.

“Pants.”

His hands came to his belt but his eyes stayed on me.

It was hypnotizing, telling him what to do and watching as he followed my orders. My power over this big guy intoxicated me. My throat worked as I swallowed, gaze locked on his as he undid his belt. The front of his pants strained with his erection. I bit my lip at the sight of it.

He pulled his belt out and I held a hand up with a sly smile. “Slower.”

The smug look in his eyes intensified. With my gaze, I traced his abs, pecs, shoulders, and biceps. His forearm muscles moved as he dropped the belt on the blanket and worked at his fly.

His eyes raked my form and my skin tingled. He pulled his pants off, shifted back to sit while he pulled them down his legs, and wobbled. His smug expression slipped as his foot tangled in the blanket and he toppled over onto his shoulder.

A laugh burst out of me. “You were supposed to take them off all sexy.”

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