Yes, holy shit, yes!
If sex doesn’t feel like obsession, then what’s the point?
His hand curls around my neck, holding me down with just enough pressure to feel my pulse, and it detonates me.
Coming!
Behind me, Holden curses without words, urging me on.
His hand tightens until my breath scrapes in my lungs and I’m nothing but cascading sensation, in my body and out of it.
I’m one with desert eyes and the night sky.
Coming hotter than the white-hot stars still dancing in his eyes.
He groans again, deeper than I’ve ever heard.
His rhythm fractures.
His cock stabs into my depths, swells, and—
“Cleo!” My name slides off his lips like a prayer as he fills me with seed, grinding it deep, claiming me from the inside out.
He comes inside me and his deluge takes my last thread of sanity.
16
MIDAS TOUCH (HOLDEN)
Imust be the dumbest man alive.
So much for not making a bad situation worse.
So much for my dinner plans, too.
It’s the first time in over a decade I’m eating takeout in bed, watching the woman beside me stuffing pad thai in the same little mouth that just sucked me off to heaven and back.
After we crashed, she was cold. That’s why she’s wearing my shirt, which hangs off her, comically oversized.
I’ve slid my sweatpants back on because I’m not eating with my balls hanging out.
I try my damnedest not to remember the way she inhaled my Marine Corps shirt when she put it on. Like having my smell on her is the best thing since birthday cake ice cream.
I also try like hell not to notice the way her nipples poke through the material. The shirt drowns her, swallowing her curves, but it still shows enough to make my dick wild and remind me how she feels.
In my mouth.
On my cock.
Christ, I’ll never unknow her perfection.
Soft skin, sweet pink nipples, small breasts, delicate shoulders, and that soft dip of her spine before her ass.
How that white stripe in her hair felt wrapped around my fingers, urging me to pull. Next time, I’ll do it harder.
If Leonidas Blackthorn could see me now, he’d grab one of the old trophy rifles mounted on the wall by his wet bar and blast me dead.
I’d deserve it, too.
