Page 72 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, eyes on me.

“What if we did?”

She bit her lip and her gaze dropped to my mouth again.

I knew we shouldn’t. Her life was in Toronto, where she had friends and a neighborhood she loved and her dream job waiting for her. We didn’t want the same things, and the responsible thing to do would be for me to stand up and leave.

I was so fucking sick of being the responsible one, though. For once, I wanted to do the dangerous thing.

I wanted Sadie.

My hand came to her jaw and tilted her face up to mine. “Why are we fighting this?”

Her eyes glazed over, unfocused and adorable. “I can’t remember,” she murmured.

A smile curled on my lips and I lowered my head. “Me neither.”

When I kissed her, she sighed with relief, like she’d been thinking about it as often as I had been. My hand came to her hair, and the other wrapped around her back, pulling her to me. Her mouth was sweet and soft, but desire flared inside me, and I tilted her head back to open her up more before I tasted her.

“Been thinking about this nonstop.” I sucked her tongue and her back arched as she moaned. Blood rushed to my cock and my head swam as I inhaled her scent. I pulled her up to straddle my lap, running my hands over her hips and ass as she kissed me.

She nipped my bottom lip and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Love it when you do that,” I murmured, my voice low. My hand moved up to her breast and I toyed with the stiff peak through her bra. She gasped.

“Oh my god.” Her hips bucked against me.

I bit back a groan as she worked my length through my jeans. “I guess that toy’s not doing it for you, huh?”

“It’s doing it just fine,” she said against my mouth.

“Show me.”

She pulled back with an embarrassed smile on her face. “No.”

“Let me use it on you, then.”

Her mouth fell open while amusement lit up her face. “No.”

Both of my hands were now on her tits, rubbing, pinching, tugging.

Her head fell back. “I can’t think when you do that, Holden.”

The way she said my name lit my control on fire. This little dance around each other was done. Every time we kissed, we both knew it was inevitable.

“So don’t think, Sadie. What do you want? Tell me.”

“I don’t know,” she breathed. One of my hands slipped down between her legs and stroked her over her jeans. “Oh my god.”

“You want my hand?” I asked in a low voice. “My mouth?” I stroked her again, slow with firm pressure, and her back arched as she pressed herself against me. “Or my cock? I promise I can make you come with any of those.”

She snorted with disbelief, still rocking against my hand. “Every guy thinks that.”

My eyebrows pulled together. “Don’t fucking test me, honey. I’ll give you one of each option, right after the other, until you’ve come too many times to think.” I wrapped my arms around her and stood, hoisting her into the air.

Her mouth returned to mine and I groaned into her. “I love your mouth,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around my hips.

I nipped her bottom lip and her breath caught. “You don’t even know what I can do yet.”

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