Divine Assistant

Holden’s hands were shaking as he held her cheeks, and his coal-black eyes glimmered with intensity as they raked over her face. “I want you to have it because I love you, because I want to make you happy—I want to give you anything, everything you want,” he said roughly, his face raw with emotion.

Her eyes stung and she had to swallow in order to speak. “I just want you,” she whispered brokenly.

He hissed out a breath, as if relieved. “I know,” he said raggedly, shoving her face to his chest and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m yours.”

She wasn’t sure if it was only seconds or eons later that she whispered, despite the huge ball of fur in her throat, “Holden, I love you too.”

His arms squeezed her so hard that, had she not been a puddle of liquid at this moment she was sure he would’ve shattered her bones. “Let’s go home.”

“Home”, as it turned out, was her tiny apartment and her inviting queen-sized bed.

Her room was pitch-black when they entered, and after a flurry of movements and materials flying in the air as they hurriedly discarded their costumes, the room fell silent. For hot, heady minutes the only sounds in the room were her low, breathless moans and the soft rustle of bed sheets as Holden slowly rocked his hips against hers. He kissed her, his lips strong but gentle, his tongue caressing every nook and corner of the surrendered cavern of her mouth.

Her fingers kneaded the muscles of his back as she urged him closer, until his chest was pressed firmly to hers, her breasts flattened by his weight. His throbbing member was buried deep, so deep inside her. There was no way to get closer but they tried, pressing harder. She arched her hips and wrapped her legs around his hips, tightening, pulling. Closer. His hips moved with hers in unison, blending in a gentle rhythm until neither of them knew nor cared where one body ended and the other began.

The gentle way he made love to her, the tender, loving words he whispered in her ear, sent her senses into a sweet, aching oblivion, where she knew nothing but his hands, his tongue and his hot, fevered skin against hers. And him inside her. And his love—like a blanket, covering, protecting, sheltering her.

“Are you there baby?” he asked in a husky voice against her ear as he withdrew then slowly inched his thickened penis inside her again. “I can’t stand it. I’m so hot, so crazy…”

Lucy couldn’t breathe much less speak, so she merely clawed her nails into his back and lifted her hips higher for him so he could take her completely. Possess her. Claim her. Come for her. Come with her. They came in a massive explosion, breathing out each other’s names. And she was his, all his, body and soul.

Holden fell beside her and rolled onto his back, hauling her body along with his until she was settled firmly by his side.

Striving to recover her breath, Lucy wrapped an arm around his chest and pressed her body against his warmer one. “Your mother won’t even believe this,” Lucy whispered softly, wondering what Irene would say about this delightful, unbelievable, supremely wonderful turn of events.

He both smiled and snorted, his chest heaving when he did so. “All that woman cares about is her precious Pipsqueak.”

Lucy craned her neck to stare at him in awe. “You know about them?”

“Of course I know. Another reason why I wanted to send her to a hotel. Last time she was here I got sick and tired of chaperoning all the time.”

Lucy giggled, and not able to ignore the temptation his lips posed, ran one finger along the plump flesh of his bottom lip. “She’s old enough to take care of herself.”

“Yeah, but Pimwick? I’d bet a broom would be more interesting.”

“Maybe he’s different with your mom,” Lucy said positively, recalling Irene’s words at the spa. “Maybe with her he’s fun and…gossips like a girl.”

“Gossip? Pimwick? Honey, my mom uses torture to squeeze every scrap of news and information out of him.”

She was shocked speechless for a moment. “What sort of torture?” she asked innocently.

Holden scowled, the image of his mother and Pimwick not a pleasant one. “That’s none of my business,” he said, “and I don’t think either of us wants to know.”

She giggled and buried her face in the warm crook of his neck, making him grin.

“Tell me about Finrod,” she said as casually as she could, but her heart began to flutter in her chest.

Holden chuckled, the rumbling sound causing a delicious vibration in his chest that reverberated in her whole body.

She bit back a laugh. “I’m curious!”

“If you kiss me, I’ll tell you.”

Propping herself up on one elbow, she gave him a quick but thorough peck on the lips before pulling away and smiling down at him. “There.”

He growled in displeasure and fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her face to his. Seizing her lips with his, he began a delicious, thorough exploration of her mouth, so pleasantly dizzying she whimpered when he pulled away.

“I made them an offer they couldn’t resist.”