He swallowed hard. “Show you what?”
“That I belong to you.”
He looked at me for only another second.
But then we lunged at the same time, our bodies crashing against each other. My arms pulling up his shirt. His tongue against mine as he undid his button and zipper.
Once he was fully naked, he pinned me hard to the wall, hoisting me against it. He wrapped my legs around his hips and he never broke away from our kiss as he lifted me higher, till I could feel his crown nudging against my sex.
Eyes locked, we exhaled the same breath as he eased me down every inch of his shaft, letting me feel his every hard ridge, and for a moment, we just breathed with him inside me, soaking each other in, but then letting our mouths find each other again. Our lips parted and our tongues slid against each other, slow first but then faster, faster till he was moving inside me, flexing his hips, steadily lengthening each stroke until he was fucking me so hard he pushed me up the wall with every thrust.
“You’re mine, Holland,” he growled, his voice fierce, pained, penetrating me between kisses. “Mine. All mine.”
He chanted the words as he tightly gripped the bottoms of my thighs, his entire body flexed as he drove in and out of me, making me feel so good I couldn’t keep still. I hugged my arms tight around his neck. Raked my hands through his hair. I dragged my fingernails down his back and I begged him to kiss me when he dared to break away to groan with pleasure.
I was only vaguely aware of him carrying me elsewhere. Still inside me as a door creaked open. As he lay me down. It wasn’t till his weight was on top of me that I realized I was in my bed.
And there, our limbs tangled, Iain grinding himself inside me, our eyes locked and our breaths mingling. He soaked in every second of me, whispering words I couldn’t quite hear till the last time he said it. “My weakness… you’re my fucking weakness, Holland. And I’m never letting you go.”
Much better words to end my night on.
Words that I heard even as my climax forced me to cry out his name. Even as Iain came with me, groaning into my neck, his heart against mine, our bodies soaring together, and our frantic eyes searching each other as we came back down.
There were other words now. Words unsaid that danced like sparks between us.
I didn’t say them though. And neither did he. But wrapped in each other’s arms, we knew it was okay.
That it could wait till tomorrow.
35
H
OLLAND
I woke up a little past nine the next morning.
Unsurprisingly, Iain had already been up. He’d probably been for hours. I could hear him talking quietly out in the living room right now, and I assumed he was on a work call. But then I heard Mia’s laugh.
Oh my God.
I rushed outside to see them sitting at the little square table between the kitchen and the living room, which technically counted as our whole dining room.
Mia was in a David Bowie hoodie and leggings. Iain in his Empires T-shirt and sweats.
Wow.
It was a remarkably cute scene.
Especially when they both turned at the same time and smiled at me. But then they laughed, probably because I looked very confused by the fact that Mia was drinking out of a shot glass.
Mia looked down at it.
“Oh. This is coffee,” she said, holding up the little glass. “And it’s amazing. Have you tried this? He made it.”
I paused, my eyes processing enough to let my sense of smell pick up the scent of fresh coffee. And then I realized that Iain had made his famous cafezinho. When I cocked my head curiously at him, he cracked a smile.
“I went out for a walk after I woke up. Found a coffee place that had something I could use.”