Page 93 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

He didn’t say anything but pressed a kiss to my shoulder. His erection pulsed against me and I bit my lip. My nipples pinched tight.

“What are we going to do about that?” I murmured.

“Right now, you’re going to let me make you feel good.” His teeth scored my shoulder and my breath caught again. His hands slipped across my skin to my breasts and his fingers found the stiff peaks. My head fell back against his shoulder as his fingers worked and heat pooled at my center. His teeth scored my earlobe and I whimpered, squirming. I squeezed his thighs.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, honey.” His voice in my ear send sparks down my spine and my eyes closed halfway. “So fucking pretty. When we’re together, I can’t look away.” He reached up and gave my ponytail a gentle tug and I felt it all the way down to between my legs. A whimper slipped out of my mouth. “Thought about wrapping this cute little ponytail around my fist so many times.”

Under the water, my clit throbbed, desperate for attention. I could hear myself breathing, trying to get enough air as he touched my sensitive nipples. His hand dropped to my belly button and he gave it a little tap. My chest shook with laughter.

“That tickles,” I whispered.

“You didn’t mind when I had my mouth on it.” He grinned, pressing kisses down my neck. I bit my lip as his stubble scraped my skin. God, I loved that sensation. “I jerked off so many times thinking about that.”

His warm hands covered my breasts and I squirmed with pleasure. Sweat dripped down my forehead and somehow I was more comfortable than ever and wound tight at the same time. His hand skated down my stomach, past my belly button, to just above where I wanted it.

“Let’s get out of the bath so I can touch you,” I murmured.

“Later.” His hands rested on my thighs, dragging higher until he reached the crease of my thigh, where he switched direction.

“Now.” I squirmed again. Arousal swirled low in my belly and even if we weren’t in the bath, I’d be soaking wet.

“Do you know what I said when I made myself come last night?” One hand returned to my chest and with the other, he ran his fingers closer and closer to my center. Up my inner thigh, down the other. Down my stomach, up the side of my rib cage.

“What?” I breathed.

“I saidSadie. I said it over and over again, every time I came. I thought I could fuck my fist and get you out of my head but I couldn’t.”

“Holden,” I gasped, as his handalmosttouched me but moved away at the last second. “Please.”

His mouth was against my temple. “You’re the boss, remember?”

I shivered. “Touch me,” I whispered.

“And then what?”

“Make me come,” I bit out, and gasped as his hand stroked my heat. Desire wound me so tight my back arched, but his hand across my chest locked me down. “Baby,” I gasped as he slipped his fingers up and down with no rush. “Make me come with your cock.”

“Not yet.”

I groaned in frustration. We still hadn’t had sex and I was desperate to know what the thick length pressing up against me felt like. I wanted to see him come apart while inside me. I was desperate to experience the full force of him as he lost control with me.

“Holden,” I moaned, gripping his thighs. My nails dug in as he swirled my clit. Pressure built in my stomach, but it was different from when I used my vibrator. It was slower, more intense and heavier, like it would knock me over. I heaved for air. Desire clouded my head and my hips bucked to get more friction with him but he pulled his fingers back.

“Are you trying to kill me?” My head fell back against him.

He chucked and his teeth scored my neck. Goddamnit, even that felt good. “No, honey, I’m not trying to kill you. You know how to get there.”

I pressed my mouth together to hold in the groan of frustration.

“Come on.” His voice was low and teasing. “Boss me around. Tell me what to do.”

“Fuck me with your fingers,” I whispered. “Make me come.”

One of his hands squeezed my thigh and pulled my leg over his while the other delved into me. I moaned as his fingers curled into me and found a spot I had only suspected existed.

“There we go,” he murmured as I arched against him.

He massaged the bundle of nerves inside me and slipped another finger in. I clenched my eyes closed, still gripping his thighs. The heel of his hand rubbed my clit while he worked his fingers in and out of me. My blood coursed with pleasure.

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