Page 76 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

Alright, this was better. So much better. She didn’t fully trust me yet but I’d change that in a few minutes. I’d show her this was for both of us.

As slow as possible, I slid her underwear down.

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“Lift your hips, baby.”

She obliged and I slipped them down her legs, revealing her to me. She was flushed and wet for me and it took everything I had not to rush into this. My cock ached with desire for her.

“Oh my fucking god,” I groaned.

“Hurry up.”

I skimmed up her thighs, so close, almost there but didn’t touch her where she wanted it. Not yet. My mouth fell to her inner thigh and I licked a long line up to her heat. She exhaled again and I smiled against her skin. I kissed higher and higher, closer to her center, hands moving and skimming and brushing and stroking her. Her breathing sped up and she let out a heavy breath.

“Frustrated?” I asked.

“Nope. I’m fine.” She tried to say it like I had asked how her dinner was, but her voice broke as I inched closer with my mouth to the bud of nerves. I dragged my tongue up to her belly button and smiled with the memory of the last time my mouth was on her stomach.

“Did you really do a shot out of my belly button?” she asked.

I laughed against her skin. “Yes. I was so hard I thought I was going to come in my pants.” I pressed a kiss to her stomach. Her chest rose and fell fast. “Still fine?”

“Yep.” Her voice was thin and breathy.

My teeth scraped her hip. “Just fine?”

She tried to shrug but her back arched when I sucked the skin beside her hip bone. “Mhm. It’s good.”

My fingers strayed closer to her wetness and her breath shook. The scent of her arousal teased me and I groaned. My jeans were too tight and I took my hands off her for a split second to undo my belt. Her eyes flipped open as I stood to yank my shirt off. Her gaze flared with heat as it moved down my body.

A smug smile tugged at my mouth. I liked her looking at me like that, like she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. When her gaze fell to the front of my jeans, her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

I shook my head at her as I pulled my pants off. “Not yet. Wait your turn.”

Her gaze locked on mine with a tentative smile.

I gestured at my straining erection through my black boxer briefs. “See this? This is what the idea of tongue-fucking you does to me. So don’t tell me I don’t want to do it. Understand?”

I loomed over her, staring down into her glazed eyes.

She swallowed and nodded.

“Good.” I dropped back to my knees and sucked on the tight bud of nerves between her legs.

Her legs jerked and she let out a moan but my mouth returned to her thighs, kissing and scraping with my stubble and teeth and running my tongue over her smooth skin at an agonizing pace.

“Can you go back to where you were a second ago?” she breathed.

“I will.” I grinned into her skin, teasing her with my mouth.

Fuck, I loved this.

I meandered my mouth closer to her center, dragged my tongue from her soaked opening up to her clit, before I started back at her knee. She let out a growl and my chest shook with laughter. I did it again, wandering closer before I sucked on her clit for two seconds this time. She moaned like I was torturing her and my balls hurt with need. Her hands fisted the duvet. Her back arched. When I repeated my devious routine and ended it with several tongue swirls on her sensitive spot, she gasped.

“Holden!”

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