Page 129 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

She looked back up at me through her lashes. “We should talk about me staying here.” Her throat worked and worry flickered in her eyes. “And what it means.”

“No.”

She wasn’t ready, and I didn’t want to hear her tell me how temporary we were. Not yet.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and undid her jeans. When I tapped her hips, she lifted them, and I slid them off so she was bare for me.

“Fuck,” I breathed, pressing kisses up the inside of her thigh. “Been thinking about this all day.”

“Me too.” Her breath caught as my teeth scraped higher on her thigh. She lifted her head to watch me, and when our gazes connected, I winked at her and reached up to palm one of those perfect tits.

All fucking day, I had been replaying last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about my tongue in her pussy. The soft moan she made when I bottomed out in her echoed in my head. My cock was half-hard all day. Watching her work tonight had been sweet agony. When she was ready to go, I was at the door of the bar in a shot, dragging her by the hand as she said goodbye to Olivia.

There had been something I’d been fantasizing about all day. I paused, kneeling between her legs.

Sadie’s eyes narrowed, breathing hard. “What’s that look?”

My mouth hitched. “I want to try something.”

“What is it?” She chewed her lip, hesitation flashing in her eyes.

I grinned wider, crawling over her on the bed. Her eyes were wide as I nudged her nose with mine. “You’ll see. You might even like it.” I brushed my lips over hers, soft and sweet. “God, you’re pretty. I ever tell you that?”

She laughed. “Only about a thousand times.”

I kissed her again. “So not enough then,” I murmured against her smiling lips.

She laughed again. “It’s enough. What was that thing you wanted to try?”

“Hold on a sec. Don’t rush me.”

I leaned on one elbow as the other hand slipped into her hair, tilting her head to get the perfect angle in her mouth. Our tongues stroked each other and I sucked gently, pulling a soft noise from her throat that raced straight to my cock. Against her stomach, my length dripped pre-cum. My thoughts moved slow in my head as I kissed her, drunk on her taste and the press of her breasts into my chest. I shifted my hips, sliding my aching length up and down her center.

“Jesus,” I bit out the second her wetness touched me. “Love the way you get so wet for me.” I reached down to brush a finger over her and she bucked against my hand. Her eyes closed as I stroked her.

“Oh my god,” she breathed.

I kissed down her jaw, nipping the soft skin and watching her expression of agonized pleasure as my fingers worked her. I stroked a finger inside and her breath caught. Her inner muscles squeezed my finger and I added a second. She inhaled and let out the breath as a long moan, her hand coming up to my chest. I kissed her temple.

“I love seeing you so close to coming on my bed like this,” I murmured.

She huffed a laugh but dropped it when I brushed my thumb over her clit. “Oh,” she gasped. Her eyes were closed again as I stretched her with my fingers.

I looped my arm under her back and flipped us so I was laying on my back and she draped over me, legs open. My hand returned to between her thighs, slipping inside her soaking pussy, searching for that sensitive spot.

She jerked and moaned. “There,” she gasped against my chest.

My mouth hitched. Found it.

I loved her like this, desperate and pleasured and gasping against me. Hair spilling all around her, all over my skin. Writhing, breathless, and draped over me. Her hands grasping my shoulders, nails digging in,shooting electricity straight to my cock.

Her muscles squeezed me again and her back arched.

“Holden,” she gasped, wincing as my finger worked her G-spot. “Let’s talk about how long I’m going to stay for.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with me making you come on my hand?” My thumb swirled her clit and her hips jerked. My hand palmed her ass, squeezing and kneading and guiding her as she tilted her hips against my fingers. She moaned again as I pressed my thumb against the bud of nerves.

“I just—um,” she gasped as I massaged her G-spot, rubbing hard to work her up before pulling back with softer touches. “Wow. That feels so good. Um. What was I saying?”

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