Holden finally loses his grip on the pillow when I yank it hard enough that he nearly slides off the couch. His hands grab my waist automatically to steady both of us.
We still for half a second, both acutely aware of how I’m hovering over him, knees pressed into the couch on either side of his hips, and one hand braced against him to keep from falling.
Holden’s chest rises and falls under my palm, still unsteady from laughing.
His smile fades a little, not disappearing completely, but softening into something quieter. Of all the times we wrestled and ended up like this, never once has my mind gone so quickly to one outcome—sex. My heart pounds wildly as I stare down at him, doubt and fear and desire all slamming into me.
Holden’s hands are still on my waist. My pulse jumps when his thumbs shift slightly against my sides. Instinctively, my hips rock forward. His eyes hood.
“You done trying to kill me?” he asks softly.
I swallow. “Maybe.”
I lean in like I’m going to kiss him, then pull away at the last second.
“Oh, you little—”
When I try to climb off him, Holden quickly pulls me down, rolling us until we’re on our side facing each other, his back pressed into the couch. I shriek with laughter.
Holden slides his arm tight around me, our bodies pressed close together. “See? Trapped again,”
I snort. “This was your own doing, dork.”
“Won’t hear me complaining.”
He leans in to kiss me deeply. When I open for him, Holden slides a hand down my back to my hip. I drive forward, wanting to be closer. Holden groans softly, rubbing my back. Lifting my shirt, he slides a warm hand across my bare skin. I press him into the couch, wanting more.
With my knee, I rub between his legs.
Holden freezes for half a second, then lifts my shirt higher, flattening his hand over my side. I pull away just enough that I can slide a hand between us, palming him. Holden gasps against my lips, kissing deeper.
I palm him a few more times before sliding a hand inside the waistband of his athletic pants. Holden mutters a curse. Our eyes meet as I touch him, fingers curling around his shaft. He reaches for my shirt, tugging it over my head. Once it’s gone, Holden’s gaze immediately drops to my soft pink bralette.
I bite my lip, nervous to be in front of him like this, but Holden only pulls me in again, kissing me. He reaches up my side, over the lace, and around to my back. I expect him to unclasp the bra—it’s what so many other guys have done the second they see it. Instead, Holden presses me closer, kissing me as he thrusts his hips into my hand.
I stroke his cock as we kiss, and Holden stops only long enough to kick his pants and underwear off. Then his hands are on my shorts, which all but slide off my hips.
I awkwardly wiggle my way out of them as Holden lifts me to lay me on top of him. I’m still in my underwear, and the moment his hand feels the lace, he pauses.
“Wait—stop.”
He gently pushes me up until I’m straddling his waist. My heart pounds wildly, bracing for rejection. A hungry look fills his eyes when he sees them—the lace panties, in the same shade of pink as my bra.
“Oh, fuck, Kor,” he mutters. “You’re gorgeous.”
Desire soars through me as he takes it all in, hands sliding up my thighs to my waist.
He tugs at the lace, then covers my erection with his hand through the material, much too softly if I have any say in it. I roll my hips forward.
“Holden.”
He snaps his eyes up.
Words fail me. Whatever I was going to say or ask for… it’s gone. With his hand on my cock, his mouth agape, and the wayhe’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world, there is nothing else I could possibly need.
He palms me harder, leaning up to crush our mouths together. When he slips a hand inside, I gasp.
I fist his length at the same pace he does, losing my mind with the way his calloused hand feels around me. My head slants to the side and Holden kisses down my neck. I want him on top of me. Inside me. All over me.
