I wish Bailey and Wren were here.
Holden takes a bottle of vodka from the freezer and pours some over his hand then starts drinking straight from the bottle.
I go to my knees in front of him and hug his waist. My face comes to his crotch and he tilts my chin up. “I’m not mad at you. Don’t worry about me. I just need to be alone right now. I’m fired up and don’t want to take shit out on you.” He bends down and presses his lips to mine but there is no emotion behind it.
“Okay,” I whisper, holding my fingers to my lips unsure of what tomorrow will bring. Holden steps around me and goes out the door and down the stairs to his shop.
Everything inside me screams for me to go after him, but I don’t want to push him away. Right now though, I feel abandoned by him.
Chapter 29
Conleigh
It’s late when I feel Holden’s arms go around me and carry me to bed. I am barely coherent when he undresses me and slips into bed next to me. His hands glide along my body and his lips spread a trail of fire down my neck and across my chest. My eyes pop open when his lips latch onto my nipple and his fingers move between my legs.
When I go to touch him, he holds my hand above my head. “Stay still. I owe you an apology. Let me say sorry in my own way,” his voice grates in my ear.
I can’t speak. Emotion is bubbled in my throat so I simply nod and enjoy his lavish affection.
His magical fingers work my pussy, teasing and stretching me. Hot and sticky, his breath blows over my clit. My own fingers run up and down my torso and pinch my nipples.
He grabs my hands. “Stop, baby, be still. Told you I’m pleasing you.” He means what he says. He doesn’t start touching me again until I lay my hands at my sides.
Holden’s hands and mouth are everywhere or at least that is how it feels as the erotic sensations wrack my body as he continues his torturous exploration of my body.
My thighs press tighter against his head as I fight the urge to scrape my nails across his shoulders. His heavy breath and wiry whiskers rub against my heated flesh. He’s trying to kill me by way of sexual bliss. His eyes glance up focusing on mine and he holds my gaze. “I love you and only you, baby. Don’t ever doubt me. I saw the worry on your face when he said that shit, but you belong to me. My heart is yours no one else’s.”
I turn to molten liquid at his words and his fevered touch. Holden crawls up my body and seals his declaration with a kiss. My taste on his tongue drives me wild.
With sweet deep strokes, his tongue plunges deeper in my mouth. God, I want him inside me so bad right now, but he holds off giving me that. The tip of his cock presses against my entrance and I thrust up, arching my hips up off the bed, begging him to inch in, but he refrains.
“Make love to me, baby,” I am practically begging.
My plea goes ignored as his lips suck on my collarbone. Those skillful fingers work their way between my legs and he rubs my clit. I am so wet I know I am ruining the sheets. I don’t think I have ever been more turned on. I can’t refrain from touching him. My nails scratch down his back, digging into the muscles of his ass, pulling his body into mine.
“Please, Holden.”
“Not yet. My baby has a greedy pussy.” He laughs into my neck and slips two fingers inside. His other hand spans the left side of my ribcage. “I’m going to own every fucking inch of you,” he promises.
My clit is being rolled between his torturous fingers as he feathers kisses across my chest, taking his time to taste every centimeter of my sweaty skin. My body trembles beneath him as he continues his ascent. I thrash my legs, but he continues on his path until that hot mouth reaches my clit. His mouth suctions over my pulsing bundle of nerves and he sucks and nips the delicate skin, grazing me with his teeth.
“Fuck, Holden, I can’t take it. I need you in me, now,” I demand.
“You want this?” He teases, rocking back on his calves and holding his cock like a weapon that is set on destroying me.
“I need it,” I swear.
He grins lazily at me, my juices coating his lips and glistening on his beard.
“Roll over,” he instructs, and I do.
With my cheek pressed to the pillow, I stick my ass in the air and wait. The anticipation of our bodies joining is almost too much to bear.
Goosebumps pebble across my body when I feel his weight press down on me. His fingers run along my crack, to my front and up my stomach, stopping at my breast. He palms my tit and squeezes it.
“I love you,” he says, his breath hot on my neck sending a shiver coursing down the middle of my spine.
The thick head of his cock brushes along my slit, rubbing back and forth, up and down, teasing me still. Finally, with one hand on my hip to keep me still, he gives me what I want. Pushing into me, slowly, almost with surgical precision. I whimper as his thick cock slides deep within my walls, squeezing him with my muscles, loving the full sensation of being filled by him.