Just fuck her into next week.
I must be losing my mind.
We’re entering total straitjacket territory and I’m not sure my lonely family life can ever bring me back. Like I said,dangerous.
“No one’s ever felt like you,” I tell her stupidly, recklessly. She wraps her arms around my neck as I pound her faster, faster, tempo rising.
We go hard until we’re both breathing ragged, and I know I can’t hold on much longer.
“Shit, Holden!” She gasps, biting my lips.
Here it comes.
The explosive, raging pressure at the base of my spine, the urge that breaks my chain.
I slam into her again and again, holding her as I pin her down, come inside her, rutting with a wild desperation that pulls another orgasm from her bones.
Fuck.Fuck!
Later, in the shower, she clings to me while I turn her against the wall and fuck her yet again while steam billows around us.
By the time we crawl into bed again, it’s well past three a.m.
Almost dawn.
No rest for the weary or the wicked, and I’m well aware I’m both.
We don’t talk.
Every time Clee tries through her freshly fucked haze, I silence her with kisses, wrestling with more confusion than I can stand.
I hold her in the darkness as she drifts off to sweet dreams I cultivated, feeling every second slipping by, knowing I’ll never get them back.
The price of living in the moment.
Stop and breathe or blink too long, and it’s over like a fever dream.
The moment hardens into a harsh, haunting memory spinning with evil promises.
Dammit, I already know.
This woman’s a soft, silky high with a white stripe I know I’ll be chasing long after she’s gone.
19
GOLDEN SILENCE (CLEO)
Holden steps into the living room and freezes, shock painted on his face.
He squints at the window where my massive canvas has been set up, staring at the bedlam I’ve unleashed in his living room.
In my defense, it’s not my fault.
I mean, not totally.
I’ll own the tools. And the paints. And the brushes strewn around like it just rained an art store. But he doesn’t know how muchworkgoes into a canvas this size.
As he tries to comprehend it, the look on his face cracks me up.
