Page 118 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

“Use your words, honey.”

“Fuck.”

He laughed. “That one works, too.” He traced the tip of his tongue around my clit, not touching it, working me into a frenzy. His other hand moved from my hips to one breast, rolling the nipple and pulling another gasp from me. Every time his tongue got close to my clit, he backed away. I groaned again and shamelessly pushed my hips toward his mouth but he pulled back with a taunting look in his eyes.

“Am I going to have to tie you down?”

My core throbbed. I didn’t mind the idea. Not one bit. I swallowed. “You’d do it if I asked.”

His eyes lit me on fire. “I’d do anything you asked,” he bit out. “Anything.”

His gaze dropped to between my legs and the taunting expression returned. The corner of his mouth lifted. “Come on,” he whispered.

We were the only people on earth in that moment. The way he looked at me, pleading and encouraging and hungry, it crackled in my brain. I pressed my lips closed tight.

“Say it.”

My chest rose and fell. My pussy ached, dripping wet. I could feel the wince on my face from how bad I wanted him to make me come.

“I need to come,” I moaned.

The fire raged in his eyes. “How. How do you want to come.” He didn’t ask, he stated.

“I need you to make me come with your mouth. Fast. Hard. Now.”

“There we go.” His head dropped and his mouth returned to my clit. No hesitation this time. He sucked, licked, worked my clit with his tongue and lips. There was a straight line from where his mouth worked to the base of my spine, squeezing. My blood boiled. I was saying something but I wasn’t sure what.

Holden. I was sayingHolden, over and over again. My hands were in his hair, tugging groans out of his throat. He tapped the outside of my thigh and they snapped around his head like magnets. He groaned and buried his mouth deeper in me. His tongue worked inside me, on my clit, around my entrance, through my folds, everywhere. My thoughts fell all over each other, tangled and tripping and heaving.

He sucked my clit harder and I made a strangled noise. Heat pooled low in my belly. “Holden.”

“Mhm.”

His finger worked inside me. “Fuck. You’re so tight around my finger. So goddamn wet, honey.” He added a second finger and I whimpered at the delicious stretch of my muscles around him. He located the spot—the spot—and massaged it.

I bucked and my vision blurred.

“Let go for me.”

I jerked a nod, gasping for air, pulling his hair, and the next time he sucked my clit, I fell.

“Coming,” I gasped. “Holden, you’re making me come.”

I shook under his mouth, seeing stars and saying his name over and over, along withyesandoh my godandholyandjust like that. My limbs pulled tight and I froze as waves of pleasure rolled through me. Holden rode it out with me, fingers working deep inside me while I squeezed him, his other hand covering my breast.

I floated back onto the blanket, chest heaving for air and staring at the sheet above us. I never imaginedthat activitycould feel that good.

But from the way Holden’s cock was leaking pre-cum, and the way his gaze devoured me, it was clear. He liked it. A proud, smug grin pulled at his mouth. His hand skimmed my calf in calming strokes as I caught my breath and stared back at him.

I shivered at the way he was looking at me. His cock pulsed against his stomach.

“You want to go upstairs?” His eyes searched mine.

My heart tripped.

Upstairs was real. That was where Holden slept every night. It was different. I couldn’t explain it. Here in this blanket fort, though? This was limbo, between all that serious stuff upstairs and whatever we were.

We weren’t friends with benefits anymore. We were way, way more, but if I thought about leaving Holden behind in a few months, I’d start crying.

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