Page 73 of Holden’s Resurrection

In other words, it was the best damn kiss of his life, but it was about to get better.

Holden’s hand slid down her back, his other moved from her hip to her ass, then he hefted her up and Charleigh’s legs wrapped around his waist. He didn’t hesitate, he moved with the singular thought of getting the woman in his arms to a bed. To take. To please. To own. His ascent up the stairs was clumsy, the walk down the hall to his room uncoordinated. Charleigh hadn’t stopped her carnal assault, and the onslaught of emotions spurred him on, need thrumming through his body. Every inch of him alive.

Finally.

He had his Leigh-Leigh back.

He kicked the door closed, locked it, and now that he had them in his room, he wanted everything at once. But first, her clothes needed to come off. He set her on her feet with absolutely no finesse—he was far beyond delicacy.

“Off,” he managed to grunt as he tugged at her shirt.

Once she took over, Holden went for his own tee and yanked it over his head, tossing it aside.

Years. So many goddamned years he’d waited to have her again. Wanting and needing but never thinking he’d have her. Never believing he would have her back.

Holden had been caught up in the frenzy of ridding himself of his clothes he’d missed Charleigh doing the same, so when his gaze finally lifted and he caught sight of her, he froze and his breath left his lungs in a whoosh.

Leigh-Leigh.

No words were spoken, yet a wealth of communication whispered between them. The sight of her in front of him unbearable—so beautiful, so perfect, it burned his soul. He’d needed her for so long he couldn’t wait another second.

This time, it was Holden who moved first. His advance was swift, single-minded, and when he had her on the bed, he didn’t give her time to settle before he spread her legs. But at the last second, he changed direction and his lips landed on the inside of her thigh.

Sweet Jesus.

His—all for him.

When his tongue made its way to her pussy, he gave her a long swipe from ass to clit and paused to suck the nub into his mouth, resulting in a long, low moan from Charleigh.

Oh, yeah, he was going to eat her until she screamed. His woman wasn’t shy about what she wanted, never had been. Sex with Charleigh was an epic battle. It was on that thought, he swung her leg over his shoulder, giving him more room. Holden’s tongue speared in, her excitement coated his tongue, and his cock painfully throbbed at the taste.

Control. He needed to find it before he exploded before he even got inside of her. Holden had barely checked the need that threatened to unman him when Charleigh fisted his hair and held his face where she wanted him.

“More,” she rasped, and lifted her hips to punctuate her demand.

With pleasure.

Holden didn’t let up, couldn’t, even if he wanted to. The need to hear her say his name spurred him on. His tongue lashed and licked. He sucked and nibbled until her back arched and her hips bucked.

“Holden.”

His eyes closed and he took a moment to savor the sound of his woman moaning his name. His Leigh-Leigh climaxing on his tongue.

I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life.

The thought washed over him as he lifted his head and Charleigh’s hands fell away awkwardly, like her arms were too heavy to hold up. Boneless. He wanted her boneless and unable to get up from his bed.

The sight laid out before him was stunning. He was sure there were changes to her body since he’d seen it last, but he couldn’t see a single one. All he saw was perfection. And when Charleigh’s eyes finally opened and her gaze met his, a sexy, satisfied smile tipped her lips up and he knew what she was going to say before she said it. He knew because she always said it.

“That all you got?”

Holden returned her smile. The comfort of the exchange fueled his desire, but more, it fed his soul. It was like a part of him had returned. After years apart, he finally had her back, that meant he didn’t delay, he didn’t go slow, he didn’t take his time, he didn’t waste another second. Holden surged over her, hooked the back of her knee with his hand, keeping her open to him, and drove in, and buried his cock to the root. Her pussy convulsed around his length and Holden gritted his teeth.

Christ, amazing.

Overcome, Holden shoved his face in Charleigh’s neck and breathed through the sudden rush of emotions. Remorse and shame mixed with happiness and ecstasy. He had her back. She was right there under him, waiting for him to do something. Holden ignored the ache in his cock, ignored the feel of her pussy enveloping him, ignored the need to pound into her until the world fell away and there was nothing left but what he could give her.

“Honey?”