Page 136 of Holding You
“You’re sure about this?”
“Completely.”
“This is a big decision. Are you ready for it?”
“More than anything. Are you?”
She nods instantly, and her fingers thread through my hair as she slips her tongue into my mouth.
She tastes like wintergreen and sugar, and I can’t get enough.
I spin us and press her to the wall, my hand sliding over her curves and down her leg to tug her thigh up to my side.
When she hooks her heel to my lower back, I bunch her skirt up the lifted leg and touch my way to her inner thigh.
“Dec, what if my brother shows up?”
“He won’t.” I capture her mouth with mine and slide my fingers closer to her core.
“But what if he does?”
“Then I hope we hear him open the door. This place is empty and it echoes. We’ll hear him.”
“Okay,” she says, then she’s kissing me again and tilting her hips to give my hand better access.
At the start of the summer, she would have argued to no end, but that one simple word makes my heart swell. She trusts me, and she doesn’t give trust easily.
I break the kiss and press my lips down her neck. Then I tug her panties to the side and slip my finger in.
“Oh,” she breathes.
“That’s all I get?” I tease and slip another finger in. “How about now?”
“Yeah, that’s good.”
“Good?”
She nods.
“You deserve better than good.” I slide my other hand into my sweats, pulling them down far enough to release myself.
Stroking myself, I remove my fingers from her pussy and then rip her underwear off, instantly placing the head of my cock at her entrance to tease her.
“Shit,” she hums when I press in just an inch.
“Is that still justgoodfor you?”
“No … it’s …”
I push in another inch.
“It’s …
Another inch.
“If you can’t form a sentence, then I’m doing it right.”
I slam into her, and she screams out.
