“I don’t want Ezra to know. This isn’t about him. It’s about you and me and putting right what should have been two years ago.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Fate. You were meant to break my heart, Holden. I wasn’t all that upset when Ezra confessed about Judy. I was more upset that I never found out what it would be like to kiss you.”
I don’t think twice. I take her hand and pull her onto my lap. I wrap my fingers up in that messy knot on her head and yank her hair free. I comb my fingers through her thick waves as they tumble down her back and I crush my lips to hers.
I wasn’t prepared for this, but fuck me I am going to enjoy it. I’ll show her how damn good it could be with me and she will never go back to him. I won’t fuck her like I said unless she asks me to, but I will damn sure enjoy getting her off.
Chapter 14
Conleigh
I don’t know what I am doing. Maybe I have finally gone off the deep end. I feel reckless. I feel free as Holden ravishes my mouth with his. I never knew how damn good kissing him would feel. I know what Holden is about. We’ll do this, and I will be what I swore I would never be—a notch on his bedpost.
I’m okay with that. It’s what I want. No one will ever hurt me as much as I have hurt myself by believing in the wrong man. Ezra is the wolf in sheep’s clothing and I am an idiot, but that’s okay. Tonight, I will give myself to Holden and set the world right again.
Two years ago, I should have let Holden kiss me. I should have had one night with him. I should have been upset when he never called and then I should have moved on with my life. Maybe Ezra would have fell in love with Bailey and she could have been the girl to give him what he wants in life, the family and white picket fence. The docile wife who stays home while he fucks around and she raises their kids. Because that is what Bailey wants. A marriage and kids…the house…the American dream. Maybe I am just drunk and will regret this tomorrow. Maybe my logic is fucked up but right now it is how I feel. Maybe I need to get Holden out of my system. Maybe he needs to get me out of his just as badly.
His tongue sweeps against mine, tasting and teasing. He’s a divine kisser. His large hands cup my ass as I straddle him. His beard rubs against me creating a delicious friction. Ezra’s face is always baby butt smooth. I push thoughts of him away. He doesn’t get a part in this. This has nothing to do with revenge. I lied, it has everything to do with Holden and me.
I rock into him, needing so much more than I am getting. I want him to make me forget this day. He moves his lips along my jaw, searing a trail down my neck. I go for his shirt, wanting to feel that sexy, muscular body pressed against mine.
His tongue flicks against my ear. “Slow down. If this is all I will ever have of you, I want to take my time.”
I shudder as he lifts me with him as he goes to stand. His erection presses against me. He’s so damn hard.
“Take me to your bed.” I can’t do this in the bed I share with Ezra.
He grunts his agreement and carries me down the hall as I cradle my arms around his thick neck. Words aren’t needed. Our bodies are doing the talking.
He places me on the edge of his bed, goes down on his knees, and so slowly places a single kiss on my right thigh. His fingers go to the top of my sock as he eases the cotton down my calf, trailing the path with his tongue. My panties are soaked as his whiskers prick my legs.
He continues to do the same with my other leg, only this time he kisses his way up my left thigh. My fingers thread through his hair, tugging him closer to me. His palms are braced on my thighs as he moves his fingers up further, edging along the seam of my panties.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked. Get these shorts off. I want to see your glorious pussy. I want to see all of you.”
I don’t hesitate and lean back on my elbows, giving him access to remove the booty shorts I love to sleepin. Holden shimmies them off and I lift my shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
“Now you. I want to see you too, Holden.”
He smiles at me, a smile that could outshine the sun. He really is a gorgeous specimen of a man and tonight, for just tonight, he belongs to me. I’ve not been with anyone other than Ezra. I know it sounds kinda lame that he was my first and at times I thought he would be my last. Maybe he will be, and Holden can be my in between.
He comes down over me on the bed, supporting his weight with his forearms. He gazes into my eyes and my heart skips a beat. Holden isn’t looking at me like a woman he wants to fuck. He is staring at me like I am the only woman in the world, the woman he loves. That can’t be though. He isn’t supposed to care about me. I don’t want Holden to be in love with me, because deep down somewhere deep within me, I know that just maybe I might love him too. I don’t even know how or when, it’s just something I feel, but can’t bring myself to think about right now. Not when his fingers are working on ripping my panties off. And that mouth of his, his mouth is seducing my nipple. Sucking the pebbled skin between his teeth, Holden nibbles gently, until it hardens into a point. He lets go with a popping sound and repeats the motion with the other as he rakes those large hands down my torso. His facial hair scratches across my belly as he works his way down to the heart of my fire. He hasn’t even fingered me, and I am already near climaxing from his torturous lips. Finally, he rubs a languid finger over my clit and proceeds to spread my pussy lips and stare at me.
Those thick, calloused fingers from working in his shop, rub and pet my pussy, spreading my arousal over my heated flesh. Holding up a finger, he licks it clean. “You taste better than I imagined.” I can’t help but blush. Ezra never comments on how good I feel or taste for that matter. It is always about giving him the pleasure he seeks. Holden is taking his sweet time, making this all about me and my needs.
Running my fingers up and under his shirt, I feel his muscles tense and flex as he inserts a finger in me, sliding it in and out at a leisurely pace. Everything in me feels tight with need. I am aching for him to put me out of my misery as his mouth feathers kisses over my hot aching clit, his tongue snaking out and licking me here and there, driving me mad with pleasure. One hand comes back up and plucks at my tender nipples, neither being forgotten or feeling the least bit neglected under his attention.
Holden definitely knows how to please a woman. He laps at my pussy greedily, his licks increasing quickly. His finger thrusts in and out of me in time with his tongue, and I am free falling as tremors rake through my body, exploding in my core. He adds a second finger as his lips cap over my clit, sucking on my tender flesh as he did with my nipples, teasing me with his teeth and tongue.
My hips arch up as my nails dig into his scalp. “Oh fuck, Holden, I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me. Please,” I whimper, the pressure below increases as he scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me and hooking one of the digits until he finds my g-spot, making me orgasm.
Letting go of his hair, my hands fall to the bed as my climax wrecks me completely, turning me into a puddle of goo on his bed. Just when I think he’s finished he comes back at me, licking and sucking my throbbing pussy, taking me further over the edge as I gasp for breath. He licks me from ass to clit, gripping my hips, holding me in place. Though I am not sure I could move if I wanted to.
His fingers pinch my clit and his other hand comes down, smacking my pussy. I moan both shocked and loving the way he is dominating my body, knowing exactly what I need to keep riding the wave of desire.
“Your pussy is all swollen and pretty for me, Conleigh,” he says, gazing up at me through hooded eyes.