Page 53 of Unsteady in Love

I squirmed, pressing my ass against his hard cock; Holden moaned and pulled me tighter against him. “I’ve missed you. Not just these past few months, but for years, I’ve longed for you to be right where you are now.”

“I promise to make up for all the years I was gone. Starting now,” he growled, rolling me over and pinning me under him.

My hands moved to his sides and ran up the taut ridges of his stomach and the few spots of puckered skin—scars from where shrapnel from the IED had hit him—only stopping once my hand was over what I now dubbed ‘my tattoo.’

“You really like it don’t you?”

“Yes.” I scratched my nails down his torso until I came into contact with his hot length. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I pulled him closer until his lips were only a breath away.

“Good, it was a way for me to keep a little piece of you with me always.”

My heart melted, and I forgave him for leaving me all those years ago. I knew deep down he thought he was doing what was best for the both of us. He was so young. Did I like what he’d done? No, but we were together now, and I knew nothing was going to tear us apart again.

I leaned up, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Tasting my juices still covering his full, kissable lips, I wanted him again. Pulling back, Holden skated his hand between my breasts until he reached my core. His thumb rubbed rough circles as my hips bucked up against him. “I need to be inside of you. Are you ready for me?” He dipped two fingers inside and pumped once before removing them.

Rubbing up and down my slick core, Holden coated his dick until it glistened with my arousal. His cock was beautiful and even more so when it was coated with me. Once he was satisfied, he slowly pushed his way in.

I couldn’t help but close my eyes as he filled and stretched me. It felt so good. Like finally feeling whole after years of missing a part of me. I was so full, and when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled almost all the way out, stilling. Wrapping my legs around his lean hips, I licked up his neck as I pulled him back in with my legs. When I bit down on his earlobe, Holden groaned loudly, picking up his pace. His hips pounded into mine as his thumb continued to rub delicious circles around my clit. His pace was dizzying, or maybe it was the feel of him finally being inside of me after all this time. I wasn’t sure which, and I didn’t care. My only thought was that I never wanted it to end.

“Fuck, Prue, I need you to come. I don’t think I can hold on much longer. You’re so fucking tight,” he gritted out. Leaning down, he plunged his tongue into my waiting mouth. His tongue mimicked what his hips were doing, and with one pinch to my clit, I flew over the edge, pulling him right along with me. I felt his dick pulse each time I clenched him, milking him of his hot semen.

Holden collapsed on top of me, panting into my neck. My arms wrapped around him, caressing the expanse of his broad back. As his breath slowly calmed, and he rolled to his side and wrapped me in his arms. “I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you too. I thought I knew how much until I saw you walking toward me.”

Our hands wandered and caressed as we laid there enjoying being in each other’s arms, talking about little things. There had been very little privacy back when we’d been in high school, and we’d never gotten a chance to really enjoy each other like this before. I treasured being able to stay in his arms for hours if I wanted to. Being able to show him how much I loved him with my body and touch alone. When I heard his stomach growl, I couldn’t help but laugh as mine echoed it.

“You’re hungry. I can make us something to eat.”

“I could eat. What do we have?”

“Nothing exciting. If I’d known you were coming home, I would have gone to the store. I can make you a sandwich, or I have some left-over lasagna in the fridge I can heat up.”

Holden’s eyes lit up at the word home, and I loved it. He’d lived too long without one, and I was determined to make him feel like this was his home too.

He groaned and dipped to kiss me on the nose. “Lasagna sounds wonderful. Did you make it?” he asked excitedly.

“I did.” I smiled, remembering how much he used to love eating my lasagna. “I’ll go heat some up and meet you back in here. I’m not sure if I’m done with you.”

His brown eyes turned into dark with lust. “You better go before I spend another two hours having my wicked way with you.”

I scurried off the bed, throwing on the shirt Holden had worn earlier, and made my way to the kitchen. Cutting a large piece for him and a much smaller piece for myself, I placed them in the toaster oven while I got him a glass of milk and me a sweet tea.

When I got back to the bedroom, Holden was sitting up against the headboard with his eyes closed and a serene look on his handsome face. He looked at peace. I couldn’t help but stand there taking him in. He wasn’t my cute boyfriend from high school anymore. No, now Holden was rugged and handsome. He was all man with his lean face and carved-out-of-stone jaw. His chest was still slightly tanned with bulging muscles that I had enjoyed watching ripple as he fucked me. Then there were the tattoos. Tribal tattoos covered his arms, chest, and back. The only one out of place was my name. I wanted to trace each and every inch of his ink with my tongue.

“Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to feed me?” he asked with his eyes still closed.

“How?”

“My stomach started growling non-stop the second I smelled your lasagna. Stop denying me woman and feed me,” he growled playfully.

Walking to the bed, I laughed. “They always say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I think you fell in love with me because of my lasagna.”

“There are a lot of things that made me fall in love with you, but right now your lasagna will reaffirm my love.”

“Maybe I should feed you too?” I questioned with a raised brow.

“Now, no need for all that. Maybe you can just blow on it for me.”

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