Page 46 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

I wasn’t supposed to kiss her, but I couldn’t remember why.

“You shouldn’t be looking at me like that.” Her voice was soft.

Fuck it.

I tilted my head and ran my lips up the side of her neck, barely touching her. She shuddered under my touch. My cock ached, straining against my zipper. Fuck, she smelled good. Light, warm, and sweet.

“Holy,” she whispered, and I pressed a line of kisses down her neck to her shoulder.

“Close your eyes and you won’t see me looking at you like this.”

My hand was in her hair, tilting her head back.

Jesus, she was so fucking pretty. An angel.

“I mean—” She broke off with a gasp as I sucked the spot between her neck and shoulder. “Hard to think when you’re doing that.”

“So don’t think,” I murmured before tilting her head back.

I paused an inch from her mouth and searched her eyes for any sign of hesitation. She closed the distance and pressed her soft lips to mine.

We sunk into a quiet heaven. Her mouth was soft, plush, pliant, and intoxicating. My mind slowed and my blood thickened as she sighed into me. I locked one arm around her and pulled her into my lap. With my mouth, I coaxed hers open and tasted her.

I groaned. She tasted like the fucking antidote to everything bad in the world.

Warm and sweet like sunshine. Soft like silk. Hot like sin.

Her tongue glided over mine and I pulled her closer to me. Her breasts pressed into my chest and a groan scraped out of my throat. I needed to get deeper. I gripped her hair and tilted her open more. She let out a needy moan and it raced straight to my erection.

She was straddling me and her hands were in my hair, threading and combing and tugging, sending sparks down my spine. Her mouth worked mine and arousal wrapped tight around my spine as I grew harder.

She sucked on my tongue with the right amount of pressure and I melted into the floor, laying back and pulling her with me.

“Fuck, honey,” I groaned.

She bit my lower lip. “Don’t call me that.”

I grinned and took her mouth again. “Yeah? You don’t like that?”

“Uh-uh.” She sucked my tongue again and pulled my hair a little harder. Her hips rocked against my length and we both exhaled groans of pleasure. My balls ached and my brain slowed all the way down.

My hands came to her hips to pull her harder against me as she rocked. She gasped and her head fell into the crook of my neck. The intimacy of it ramped up my arousal tenfold.

“Sadie,” I gritted out, working my hips against her center. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. You feel so good, on top of me like this.” I squeezed her ass and guided her into a rhythm against my length.

Her breaths shook against my neck. “Oh my god. Just like that. Holy hell.” Her voice was high and desperate, and I kept rocking at the same rhythm. Her thighs began to shake.

“Yeah? Like that, honey?”

She moaned and nodded into my neck. Holy fuck. She was going to come, I could tell from the desperate, needy way she moved against me, gripping my hair like she was holding on for dear life. My heart beat in my chest like a drum.

This was fucking incredible.

She froze and inhaled sharply. “Stop.”

My hands and hips stilled. “What’s wrong?”

She rolled off me, stood up, and I missed the press of her body against mine. “Nothing.” She blinked at the floor, eyes wide. Her face was flushed and her hair was a mess from me raking my hands through it. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” She spared me a glance. “I’m not doing the dating thing right now.”

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