Page 74 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

“Do you always dress like a lingerie model underneath your clothes?” I asked.

She smiled. “Yes.”

I sucked in a breath and winced. “That’s going to be a problem.”

She laughed and I skimmed my hands up her soft thighs to her underwear. I watched her face, watched how her brows furrowed and she winced with pleasure. My fingers rested over the damp fabric between her legs.

“Oh, shit. You are so fucking wet.”

I rubbed the fabric in slow circles and she relaxed into the bed. A smile curled at my mouth.

My head dipped and I licked a line up the inside of her thigh. A high moan of surprise slipped out of her mouth and she lifted her head with wide eyes.

“What are you—”

I pressed a kiss to the damp fabric before I moved to tug it off. She jerked. Her legs closed and her expression changed. She blinked and sat up.

“What’s wrong?” My hands froze. “Too fast? We can stop.”

She swallowed and shook her head. “No, no it’s fine.” Her gaze darted all over. “You don’t need to do that.”

I frowned and sat back on my heels. “Do what?”

She shrugged again, shook her head, and waved a hand at her underwear. “What you were about to do.” Another shrug. More blinking. Her mouth pulled into what she thought was a smile but was more a grimace. “I want us both to have fun.”

My eyes narrowed and I tilted my head at her. “I don’t follow.”

A nervous laugh bubbled out of her. “Holden. Take your pants off.”

“No. What are you talking about, you want us both to have fun? Why don’t you want me to go down on you?”

The discomfort rolled off her in waves. She glanced at the door to the hallway, then the bathroom, then the window.

“Honey.” I kept my voice low and careful. “Tell me, please.” My hand brushed her thigh, slow, firm, and calming.

She sucked in a breath. “I can’t come that way.”

“Do you enjoy it?” My hand stroked her from ankle to thigh, slow and steady.

“It’s fine.”

“Fine?” My eyebrows shot up.

She squirmed. “A lot of people don’t like doing that.”

“Oral sex,” I supplied.

Her eyes fluttered with embarrassment and her throat worked again. Her fingers played with the bedspread. “And if you do it just because I want it, all I’ll be thinking about is how you don’t really want to do it—”

“Eat pussy.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “So then I won’t be able to get anywhere—”

“Have an orgasm.”

“Holden.”

Her irritation made me grin. She leaned over to her beside table before opening the drawer and pulling out her vibrator. “Use this instead. I can’t come without it.”

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