“I’m fucking you in Ezra’s bed. I want him to lay in our passion and love when he comes home. I want him to smell our sex on his sheets. I want him to smell me on you. I want him to know you’re mine. I don’t want to play games anymore, Conleigh.”
“We can’t do that.” I shake my head, but my thighs are sticky with need. Every word out of his mouth has me becoming wetter.
He shuts me up by pressing his lips to mine. His beard scratches against me, every nerve in my body burns with pure desire.
When we break apart he pulls me further into the room I share with Ezra. Holden’s towel is the first to fall to the floor. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and pulls me between his legs by the edges of my towel.
“We can’t. It wouldn’t be right,” I argue, losing my resolve.
“One day, very soon, you're going to run out of excuses. You're gonna ache for me as I ache for you. It's gonna hurt so damn bad, sweetheart. You'll be throbbing between your legs, remembering the way it felt when I rolled those goddamned socks down to your toes and ran my tongue up to that sweet part between your thighs. You'll remember the way I looked into your eyes, knowing you fucked up.”
“Holden, please...”
“No, we're past pleases and thank yous.” His eyes are as cold and dark as his tone. Before I know what's happening, he grabs me between my legs. “I bet you’re soaked right now.”
“I...”
“You what?” He moves his hand ever so slightly and I quiver. With his other hand, he presses the pad of his thumb between the part in my lips, as I struggle for words, gasping, desperately for the breath he has stolen.
“I want you,” I confess what he already knows. “I want to be with you.” I drop my towel and straddle his thighs. He’s already erect and ready. The head of his dick teases my swollen lips, kissing them before I sink fully onto him.
“Goddamn, you feel so good. Your body was meant to be joined with mine,” he says, his voice husky and broken.
He falls back on the bed I go easily with him, ignoring the familiar smell of Ezra’s cologne on the covers. He doesn’t get to exist in here tonight.
One hand holds my hip and the other travels up my body until his thumb finds the part in my mouth and I suck his digit into my mouth and bite it as my orgasm builds. I ride him hard and steady, circling my hips as he thrusts up off the bed. I’m so close but I also don’t want this moment to end. I’m stuck between heaven and hell, needing to get off. My thighs shake as my pussy spasms, squeezing him tighter, chasing the high for a brief moment longer.
My body rises and falls with his, our chests slick with sweat, our shower long forgotten and newly needed.
This is what making love feels like I think as I give myself willingly and freely.
Consequences be damned.
I belong to this man.
I love him.
“Holden,” I whisper his name as he rolls over top me.
His fingers trace my lips. “What, baby?”
“I love you.”
He shoves my knees outward drives into me harder and deeper than I thought possible. He smacks his chest and looks at me. His eyes are a storm of emotions. “Say it again,” he rumbles deep from his throat.
“I love you.”
His fingers lace with mine and he presses his palms flat against mine above my head as he pumps his raging hard on between my legs, faster and faster until I am trembling for him.
“I’m so close.”
The headboard beats against the wall, knocking on heaven’s door as I find my sweet release with Holden following close behind. His warmth floods my inner walls then runs down my thighs and onto the sheets.
We both just lay here, our hearts beating erratically.
Chapter 25
Holden