Then he pins my legs to the bed, and he goes right where I need him.
He already knows where I need him.
I already know where I need him.
He—
I—
Fuck.
With the next flick of his tongue, I fall over the edge. I tug at the soft sheets, groaning his name as I come.
Holden places a kiss on my inner thigh. Then he climbs up my body. “You have a—”
“Yeah.” I reach for the bedside dresser but it’s way too far away.
He shifts off the bed. Opens the drawer. Pulls out an entire pack of condoms. “Ambitious.”
“Thanks.”
He pulls out a foil packet. “Greedy even.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Absolutely.” He unzips his jeans. Pushes them off his hips.
Then the boxers.
God, he really is beautiful.
All of him.
I never thought I’d consider a cock beautiful but he’s so—
“Panties off.” He kicks his clothes aside. Tears the wrapper.
“Can I?” I push my panties to my ankles.
He nods yeah. “Clothes off first.”
“Or?”
“Clothes off now.”
Yes. I want to be naked with him. To feel all his skin against mine.
To see his eyes light up as he takes me in.
I love the way his eyes light up.
I love his eyes.
Not just the perfect shade of green. The joy. The fullness.
The desire.
I pull down the zipper of my dress. Then I toss it over my head.
I’m not wearing a bra today.
I’m naked, splayed out in front of him.
For a moment, nerves rise up in my stomach.
Then he looks down at me with wide eyes. “Fuck.” He climbs onto the bed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“You too.”
“No more talking.” He presses the foil packet into my hand.
I do away with the packaging. Then I slide the condom over his cock.
It’s different than touching him properly, but it’s still really fucking hot.
I look up at him. Motion come here.
He climbs on top of me.
His hands go to my hips.
Slowly, he pulls our bodies together. His tip strains against me. That sharp pull of rubber.
Then a slow, steady slide—
Fuck.
It’s just as overwhelming. He makes me feel so full, so whole, so complete, so—
“Fuck, Holden.” I dig my nails into his back.
He wraps one arm around me. Holds my body against his as he shifts inside me.
Then he pulls back and does it again.
He takes his time easing me into it. Warming me up.
Then he brings his hands to my hips. He flips us over, so I’m on top of him.
So I’m straddling him.
Fuck, this is the perfect view. I want to take a mental snapshot. Paint him. Hang him in a fucking museum.
But, more than that, I want to have my way with him.
I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing, but I don’t feel shy or scared.
“Fuck me, baby.” He digs his fingers into my hips. “Come on my cock.”
Fuck, that’s so hot.
I press my palms into his chest for support, then I lift my hips, sliding over him, then back down.
Mmm. I do it again and again.
I drive him deeper.
Deeper.
“Fuck, Daisy—” A groan falls off his hips.
My nails dig into his chest.
My eyes flutter closed.
I work him with those same steady motions.
He brings one hand to my chest. Toys with my nipple as I work him.
Fuck, he feels so good.
My hips move of their own accord. They go faster. Drive him deeper.
His groans get lower.
Louder.
His touch gets harder.
It spurs me on.
I move with that same rhythm. Again and again.
Until I’m wound so, so tight—
And he’s toying with me harder and harder—
And—
He slips his hand between my legs. Presses his thumb to my clit. Works me with slow, steady strokes.
It pushes me over the edge.
I claw at his chest, rocking my hips as I come.
Pleasure spills through my body, all the way to my fingers and toes.
Too much.
And not enough.
I sink my nails into his chest. Lift myself up. Drive myself down again.
His groans run together as I work him.
His thumb stays that same perfect pressure.
My sex winds tighter and tighter—
Then I’m there again, pulsing around him, pulling him closer.
And he’s there, groaning my name as he comes.
I work him through his orgasm.
Then I press off him. Collapse next to him.
He pulls my body into his. “Fuck, you’re a fast learner.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re… fuck.”
He’s speechless.
Holden Ballard is speechless because I fucked him that properly.
It’s…
Fuck is right.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Holden
We’ve been naked for most of the morning—since we finished breakfast, really—but it’s still thrilling.
Not just sexy as fuck.
More too.
Like we’re peeling back the walls around our hearts as much as we’re peeling off our clothes.
Daisy squeals as she jumps in the pool.
She’s so full of joy. I don’t see that side of her a lot. She doesn’t share it with many people.
Getting it now—
Fuck, it’s amazing.
There’s no other way to describe it.
She pushes off the bottom. Turns to me with a wide, wet smile. “Are you coming in?”
“Not sure. The view is nice here.”
Her eyes travel down my body. “It is.” Her blue eyes fill with desire. And something else too. This excitement she doesn’t usually have.