Page 144 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

She nodded before pressing a sweet kiss to my mouth.

She led me up the stairs to the bed we shared, pulling on my hand with a little smile to move faster but I took the stairs one at a time, nice and slow, because why hurry when we had forever? In the bedroom, we pulled each other’s clothes off, and my mouth and fingers found the pinched peaks.

“If I had known you weren’t wearing a bra this entire time,” I said in between working one with my tongue while she let out soft gasps.

Her hand tugged at my hair and I groaned, forgetting the second half of the sentence.

My hands came to her hips, slipping her leggings and underwear off, finding her wet center, stroking so soft and slow.

“Holden,” she gasped as I brushed her clit.

I walked her back until her knees hit the bed. She lowered herself down and I pushed her knees apart. Everything was slower, this time. I wanted every second of her.

She gasped when my tongue dipped into her. My hands were on her thighs, skimming the smooth skin, touching all of her, memorizing her. I dragged a line up her center with my tongue, groaning at her taste and the way her thighs tensed under me.

“You’re torturing me.”

“It’s different this time.” I sucked her clit a brief moment. “Isn’t it?”

My tongue worked her clit, massaging it. “Yes,” she gasped. “It’s different.”

“How is it different?” I wanted her to say it.

She moaned again as I pulled her clit in between my teeth, so gentle, so fucking gentle and careful with this woman. “Holden.”

“Say it, honey.”

“It’s different because I love you.”

My pulse hammered in my head as I fucked her with my tongue, slipping fingers inside her and working the front wall until she pulled my hair, gasped my name again and again, and squeezed my head with her thighs, coming under my mouth and fingers. She clenched me so hard as the waves moved through her. Pride spiked in my chest.

When her orgasm had subsided, I moved over her, hovering and taking in her gorgeous, glazed eyes. Her messy hair that had fallen out of the ponytail when her hoodie came off. Her chest, rising and falling as she caught her breath.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I told her.

She lifted up to meet my mouth, kissing me hard and yanking me down until my weight covered her.

Moments later, the foil packet crinkled as I tore it open and rolled the condom on, and I slid inside her slow and steady to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I groaned into her hair, taking a moment to collect my scrambled thoughts as heat squeezed my cock and my spine. “Jesus fucking Christ, Sadie.”

Her hands were in my hair, stroking and sending electricity down my spine. I pulsed inside her and a moan slipped out of her mouth.

“You’re so perfect,” I gritted out as I pulled back and thrust back in with a groan. My hips bucked as she clenched me. “I’m yours if you want me, honey.”

“I want you,” she gasped. “I want you so bad.” She winced and moaned, her eyes falling closed.

My breath turned shallow as I found a slow rhythm, and when I hitched her leg up to get deeper, she let out a high, breathy moan. Her muscles began rippling around me, clenching me and gripping my length. I blinked as pressure built. Desire, lust, need, love, it all sliced through my brain at different angles and even in the dim light, she was so bright beneath me, gasping and watching my eyes with that open look like I held her heart in the palm of my hand.

She arched, mouth falling open and lids falling halfway as she came, bucking underneath me and digging her nails in my back. I was right behind her, groaning as she clamped down on my cock. I watched her come, unfurling beneath me, before white light exploded behind my eyes and I groaned into her neck, holding her hard against me as I emptied myself into her.

“Sadie,” I breathed into her neck, because that was the only word I remembered in that moment.

54

Sadie

A few mornings later,I slid the last book onto the shelf in the secret library.

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