Page 131 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

“Holden.” Her muscles were so slick, squeezing my fingers with first flutters as I worked her front wall. “Please, Holden.”

“I’m the one who’s supposed to beg.”

She huffed out a laugh, eyes still closed and face against the headboard.

She wasn’t ready for more, yet, but I’d wait patiently until she was, fucking the life out of her and pulling pleasure from deep within her body.

“Holden, I’m going to explode.”

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“Let go, honey.”

She moaned.

“Tell me.”

“Holden,” she managed. “Make me come.”

She gasped as I sucked her clit hard, worked her G-spot harder, and the orgasm tore through her. Her legs clamped against the sides of my head and I groaned into my sweet center, giving her everything. I was in heaven, her grinding herself and crying out like this. My skin burned with need and my cock leaked pre-cum all over my stomach as she gasped my name over and over again against the headboard, anointing this room asours.

Mine. Sadie was mine. She was written into my DNA, she coursed through my blood, her image singed into my brain.

The tremors slowed around my fingers and I eased the suction back a fraction at a time, bringing her down soft and easy. She collapsed onto the headboard and I lifted her down my body so her head could rest on my chest while she caught her breath.

She heaved for air, resting on my chest. I was hard as a fucking rock, so turned on it hurt, but I clung to this moment the way I clung to her against me.

“Anything you want,” I murmured into the top of her hair.

She lifted her head, eyes glazed like she was drugged, mouth hanging open and breathing hard. Her hair was a mess. She nodded like she was in shock.

“Uh-huh,” she said.

Warmth expanded in my chest and my mouth hitched. “Honey, you’re a mess.”

She huffed an embarrassed laugh, pushed her hair off her face and pressed her lips to the center of my chest. My heart beat against her mouth and her eyes met mine. Something passed between us.

“You can pretend this isn’t serious but we know the truth.”

Her gaze held mine and she chewed her lip.

She wanted it, I knew she did. I could see it behind her eyes, the same yearning I carried around with me for so long.

“I’ll never do what he did,” I told her, threading my hands in her hair and studying her eyes. “I’ll never hurt you. You know me better than anyone.”

Her throat worked and she nodded before she leaned over to kiss me.

My chest strained with the need for her to believe me. For her to believe inus.

My hands tightened on her hips before I reached over to the bedside table and pulled the drawer open. Her gaze followed the long line of my arm as I stretched and her hands roamed my chest.

“You have the perfect amount of chest hair.” Her soft fingertips skimmed my pecs.

I tore the wrapper open and rolled it down my length. “So do you.”

A laugh burst out of her, making her shake over me. Her eyes filled with light and her skin glowed. Her hair was wild and unruly and I’m sure mine was too.

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