Page 89 of Whispers of You
I kicked off my shoes, and Holt tugged on my pants, sending them to the floor. His fingers hooked in the lacy underwear I’d put on that day, thinking there was a chance he might be taking them off. I hadn’t pictured that event going down quite like this, though.
Holt slid the lace down my thighs, lifting one leg and then the other to free me. I unhooked my bra and tossed it onto the pile of clothes.
It only took Holt a matter of seconds to shed his, and I couldn’t help but take him in.
“You’re staring, Cricket.”
The corner of my mouth lifted. “You’re nice to look at.”
Holt chuckled as he opened the shower door. “I’m glad you think so.”
I stepped inside the tiled space and moved straight for the stream of water. Ducking under the spray, I let the heavenly warmth rush over me.
Holt moved in behind me. His fingers dug into my shoulders, kneading the muscles.
I let out a little moan but didn’t move.
It turned out Holt didn’t need direction. He grabbed the shampoo from the shelf in the wall and set to work on my hair. His tenderness made my eyes sting, the way he massaged my scalp and made sure every strand was thoroughly washed.
When Holt moved on to conditioner, he combed the substance through my strands with his fingers, doing a far better job than I ever did. He tipped my head back to rinse my hair and pressed a kiss to the hollow of my throat.
A moment later, he filled his hands with body wash. My thighs clenched in anticipation—want.
Now I knew what it was to have Holt’s hands on my skin. To have them everywhere.
He ran the soap up and down my arms, over my stomach, and then across my breasts. My nipples peaked as I arched back into him.
“Holt.” His name was a barely audible whisper.
His lips skimmed my neck. “Love you, Wren.”
My heart cracked. I couldn’t give him those words yet, even though I knew they’d never stopped being true. Just the idea of saying them aloud had my throat constricting and my hands shaking.
His mouth hovered near my ear. “Don’t say anything. I just need you to know.”
I turned in Holt’s arms, my mouth seeking his. I might not be able to give him the words, but I could give him my actions. I could give himme.
Holt let out a low growl and deepened the kiss as he hardened against my belly.
I felt the vibrations of that growl everywhere. It lit a fire inside me. A desperation to fight off the memories of earlier and the knowledge that I could lose him in any number of ways. It was a deep need to prove to myself that I could hold on.
My hand slid between us, stroking his length, up and down, relishing the feel of him hardening further.
“Wren…”
“Take me.”
I needed Holt. Needed the fire we created between us that was ours alone.
Holt lifted me, stepping back out of the spray and lowering us to the tile bench at the back of the stall. His eyes blazed. “Your show, Cricket.”
My confidence faltered for a moment. I didn’t have the first clue what I was doing. All I knew was how Holt made me come alive beneath his fingertips.
Holt’s mouth brushed against mine. “You’re all I want. Feel that.”
He pressed himself against my core and everything in me tightened in delicious need. His reaction showed how much Holt wanted me. It gave me just enough courage to move.
My knees rested on either side of his thighs, and I slowly sank onto him. My lips parted at the achingly beautiful stretch.
