But with Holden, I’m unfiltered.
I’m greedy and I want everything.
I want it rightnow.
“Brat,” he rumbles against my skin, but he’s already between my legs, his breath so hot against my pussy.
I’m about to implode from the wait.
“You don’t have to—” I start.
He stops and looks up at me.
“Trust me, woman. I want to.” His next breath shudders, and I feel it all the way to my core. “You have no clue how much I want to take you apart.”
No words.
Just his lips on my clit, pulling it into his mouth. I grip the sheets until my vision goes white.
“Shit!” This time, my voice goes hoarse.
Holden just laughs, and the vibration almost sends me over the edge as he shoves a finger inside me.
“So fucking wet for me, Clee.”
Guilty.
I squirm against his face, reaching down to push his head against me, to hold on as I ride his beard.
His stubble scrapes my pussy so sweetly, more glorious friction.
He adds another finger, and I think I’ll explode.
“Holden,” I whisper.
He tilts his head up to look at me. “I hope you’re not about to tell me you’re going to come already?”
Fuck me, that was hot.
“And what if I am?” My words are shaky.
I notice the way his other hand is wrapped around his cock, moving slowly, like he can’t wait another minute.
The sight shreds me.
There’s a different light in his eyes now, raw and primal, drunk on sex we haven’t properly had yet.
In one rough movement, he repositions.
I bounce on the bed a little, hair falling across my face, and soon he’s on top of me, brushing it to one side. The wet tip of his erection presses against my inner thigh.
“I have condoms,” he says. “Or we could just—”
“Condoms are good! Unless…” I bite my lip, looking up at him. “I haven’t been with anyone in a few months. I’m safe.”
I wonder if he’ll question it—I would—and why I’m breaking my safe sex rule for him. But all he does is stare down at my face, his nostrils flaring.
“Been a bit longer for me,” he says wryly. “You sure you’re comfortable with this, Clee?”
