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She shook her head. “Don’t you dare change a thing you’re doing.” Tightening her legs on him, she dug her heels into his butt and wiggled her hips experimentally. It didn’t hurt anymore, now that her body had remembered what it felt like to have a man inside of her. In fact, it felt pretty darn amazing. “Keep going. It was obviously working for me.”
His lips twitched into a smile. “If that’s what you want.”
Before she could answer, or even form an opinion, he kissed her and moved. And when he moved inside of her…thoughts ceased. Everything did except this. Them.
Growling low in his throat, he moved his hips, thrusting in a measured, steady pattern. The slow buildup was a sneaky bastard, creeping up on her when she least expected it. But then it was there, and there was no denying the fact that he was going to kill her. Not actually kill her, but kill her. He moved his hips faster, his mouth never leaving hers, and cradled her face with both hands. It was amazing how he managed to be both tender and rough, all at once. Were all men like this? Had she been missing out all these years with no lover in her bed? Or was what he had, what they had, special?
He broke the kiss off, his lips pressed against her temple. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come already. You feel so good…so amazing.”
You’re telling me? Believe me, I know. She wanted to ask if this was different for him, better, but she bit the words back. Nothing would make her sound more immature than asking that. He lifted her hips and thrust into her harder, sending a surge of pleasure rushing through her veins.
“Come for me.” He kissed her, resting his mouth on hers as he said, “Let go. I’m here. I have you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and let go, just as he asked. He moved his hips, and the pressure inside of her built so high it was amazing it didn’t rip her in half. Lifting her hips, she bit down on her lip and strained to grasp onto…something. Anything. She didn’t even know what. But she needed…
Something sparked inside of her, and it set off a domino effect. The spark lit a flame of pleasure, and it consumed her completely. Every nerve within her came alive, and the pleasure took over.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, moving inside of her faster. “So tight. So hot.”
He thrust his hips faster, his face red and his expression lost in rapture. It was so sexy, seeing him like this. His shadowy scruff highlighted the darkness of his eyes until he closed them. And then he stilled, his entire body tightening as he came.
With a sigh, he dropped his weight on her, cradling her close. “Jesus, Lydia. That was…you are…wow.”
She smiled and buried her face in his shoulder. Yep. A girl could totally get used to this.
Too easily. Too fast.
Chapter Five
Early the next morning, Holt laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, his arm draped over Lydia. He’d slept like a baby. He didn’t remember the last time he’d slept through the night, without nightmares. Without waking up in a cold sweat.
But with her in his arms…he’d done it.
And he’d loved every fucking minute of it, too.
Turning his head, he glanced over at her. The sunlight hit her strawberry blonde hair, making it almost red like her lashes, and her lips were pursed in sleep. She looked even younger like this, and almost angelic. All soft and sweet. He knew better. She was soft and sweet—but she had a naughty streak, too. One he’d only just begun to discover.
One he wanted to get to know even better.
He had so many questions for her. Like, what had made her come up to him and say hello, when she’d been so inexperienced in such matters? And what had made her come home with him and give him the best fuck of his life, followed by the best sleep he’d had in years? He didn’t know…
; But he wanted to find out. And he would.
Because he wasn’t ready to let her go yet.
More than anything, he wanted to show her more. Show her how much fun sex could be, since her previous lover had obviously failed in that area. Sex was good. It was fun and freeing. And he wanted to show her just how good it could be.
With him.
And if he did that, the feeling he had in the pit of his stomach that he needed more, lots more, would go away. It would be the best way to get her out of his system, so to speak. Then when he walked away, he’d know he was good. He’d be done.
They’d both be done.
Her nose scrunched up adorably, and then she rolled over, giving him her back. He stared at the clock, and sighed. It was almost seven, which meant he had to leave for work in an hour. Time to get up and get in the shower. When he got out, he’d wake her up and tell her they should do this a few more times. And if she wasn’t on the same page as him?
He’d find a way to change her mind.
