Page 92 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

“Shall we knock that wall down, now?” I asked him while my teeth clacked. “It’ll warm us up.”

He frowned. “You’re freezing.”

I shook my head. “Not for long. It’s these west coast winters, it’s above zero but somehow so much colder than Toronto.” I rubbed my arms to warm myself up. “I’ll be fine.”

He stared down at me before pointing upstairs. “Get into the bath and I’ll make you some tea.”

“I’m fine, Holden, I promise.”

“Sadie.” He gave me a sharp look. “Go.”

“I hate it when you tell me what to do,” I muttered as I climbed the stairs. A bath was exactly what I wanted, I’d admit.

“You can be the boss later,” he called from the kitchen, and I grinned to myself. A thrill ran through me at the idea that we might fool around again tonight. We hadn’t done anything since the other night and I had been burning the batteries out on my toy in anticipation.

In my ensuite upstairs, I turned on the tap and squeezed out a quarter of the bottle of body wash into the stream before I undressed and slipped into the water. The heat stung my skin as I eased in but once the tub was full and I turned the tap off, the rain pounding on the roof lulled me and my muscles relaxed. I inhaled the orange ginger body wash scent and closed my eyes.

I thought about how handsome Holden was in his black rain parka and smiled to myself.

The bathroom door opened and Holden walked in with a hot look in his eyes. I pulled my arms up across my chest and arousal tugged between my legs. He yanked his t-shirt over his head.

“I thought you were making tea,” I breathed, heart racing.

“Changed my mind.” He undid his belt.

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Sadie

I watchedhis every move as he slid his pants and boxers off. His torso was a grid of hard lines outlining his pecs, every ab and oblique.

Dude was jacked.

My gaze dropped to his cock, fully erect, and he motioned for me to move forward before he slipped in behind me in the bath, lowering himself with his legs on either side of me.

“Lean back, honey,” he murmured in my ear, pulling me against his chest.

I relaxed into him with a hum. His stiff length pressed into my lower back and the apex between my legs ached. The bathtub was a little cramped with both of us, but his big arms folded over my stomach and he gave me a light squeeze. I let out a long breath.

“This is nice.” My voice was just above a whisper.

“Mhm.” The sound rumbled through his chest.

My hands glided along his thighs, thumbs digging into the muscles. “You’re tight here.”

“Yesterday was leg day.”

I pressed, pushing the tension out and behind me, he took a deep breath and released it.

I smiled at the intimacy of it. “I like you relaxed like this.”

His hands smoothed over me in soft touches. “I’m always relaxed with you.” His thumb brushed the underside of one of my breasts and my breath caught before his hands came to my biceps, rubbing light strokes.

“Even when I’m seasick and losing my lunch on a boat?”

His low chuckle made me smile. “I was worried about you.”

I gave his thighs a quick squeeze. “You worry about everyone else but yourself.”

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