Page 119 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

I was staying at his house. The reality hit me like a ton of bricks.

The second we left this blanket fort, everything would change. The thought was heavy, weighing on my chest. This was easy. I could do this, under the sheets and blankets.

Pinned by his gaze, I shook my head slow.

He lowered himself over me so his mouth was inches from mine. “You lured me into this blanket fort so you could fuck me in here?”

A laugh burst out of me. “That wasn’t my intention.”

His eyes warmed. “I’m yours to do whatever you want with.”

I’m yours. The words melted in my heart and trickled into my bloodstream before I shook them away.

He leaned down to kiss me. The warmth of his mouth invited me to forget all the little worrying thoughts in my brain. Just brushed them right aside with every glide of his tongue over mine. While our lips were connected, he reached over my shoulder and fumbled around for his pants. There was a rustle and a slap of leather as his wallet flopped open and he slipped the condom out. He ripped the wrapper and nipped my bottom lip at the same time.

When he rolled the condom on, his eyes met mine. He settled in between my legs and pulled one leg up. His cock pushed at my entrance and he leaned down to press a kiss to the inside of my knee again, eyes on me the whole time.

“I forget what happens next.” His low voice made my core clench in anticipation. “Why don’t you remind me?” A cheeky smile played at his mouth.

I squirmed beneath him, trying to meet his hips but he held me down again. I huffed in frustration. “Now, you fuck me like we’ve both been thinking about since last weekend.”

He fed his cock into me and we both moaned. My body stretched in the best way around him and my back arched again.

“Holy hell,” I murmured.

His fingers dug into my hips. I could hear him breathing, long and slow. His jaw was tense. He didn’t move, just dropped his head back and let out an anguished noise.

“Holy fuck, Sadie.”

I squeezed my muscles around him and his biceps and pecs flexed.

“Holden.” I was breathless, wound up and tense, but my voice teased.

“Just a minute, honey.” He breathed through his nose like he was in pain, head still fell back before he lifted it and looked down at me, throat working.

He pulled out an inch and pushed back in and my eyes fell closed at the fullness. When I opened them, his gaze was possessive as he hovered over me, studying me as he slowly thrust in and out. The friction was intoxicating. It wound me tight again, making my toes curl and my back arch. Perspiration beaded on his forehead and his jaw ticked.

“You feel like heaven,” he gritted. “So tight and wet and incredible.”

I moaned as he thrust a bit harder, bottoming out in me. A tremor rolled through my body and his eyes lit up. The hunger in his eyes ratcheted up and he slowed the rhythm of his hips. My hands came to his chest.

Heat squeezed again, rippling through me like a wave, and Holden’s glazed expression turned devilish. He slowed down more and dragged his fingers over the tight bud of nerves.

I jerked and moaned and his eyes lit me on fire.

“Faster, Holden.”

“No.” More circles on my clit, firm and slow, dragging my wetness over me with delicious friction.

“If you keep slowing down, I’m going to—” My words broke off as his fingers worked.

His jaw clenched and the muscles in his neck corded. “I know. I want you to,” he gritted out.

The slow pace at which he fucked me was excruciating. The relentless stretch and pull scattered my thoughts. Heat squeezed tight and my core muscles rippled.

“I thought you liked it when I told you what to do.” My voice was high and strained.

“I like making you come more.” He glared down at me, brow furrowed and focused. “I like it more than anything.”

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