Page 96 of Sunrise & Serenity

A low chuckle breaks free. “Is that right?”

My cabin and hers are similar, and though mine is a bit bigger, it’s only a few long strides from the front door to my bedroom. I survey the neat bedcovers. “Did you sleep?”

She sighs. “I tried, but I was too…”

“Too what?” I prompt.

She wets her lips. “Keyed up, I guess you could say.”

I shouldn’t love the thought of her waiting here for me, needy, but I fucking do.

With a hand spanning one side of her neck, I press her against my bedroom wall. My hat tumbles to the floor, but I couldn’t care less. “Have you been thinking about me while I was away?”

I’m transfixed by the pink stain that creeps into her cheeks.

“Maybe,” she breathes.

“Maybe?” I growl. “I’ve barely been able to think of anything but you, and you’re telling me maybe?”

Pupils dilated, she tilts her chin up. “And what have you been thinking about me?”

God, she’s fucking gorgeous.

“You want to know what I’ve been thinking?” I press my thumb to her lips and tug down a little. “I’ve been thinking about this mouth. How I can’t wait to taste it again. And how incredible these lips are going to look wrapped around my cock.”

Her lashes flutter in response, but she keeps her eyes fixed on mine.

I trail my hand down her throat, then over her chest, and cup one breast.

Fuck, she’s not wearing a bra. Does that mean she’s panty-less too?

My dick is already like a damn steel bar as I trace my fingers over her hip to where the hem of my shirt skims her thigh, then gather the fabric and drag it up.

My knuckles drift over soft skin and nothing else.

I brace my forearm against the wall above her head and lower my face until my lips are a breath away from hers. “Maybe I should find out for myself if you’ve been thinking about me.”

“M-maybe you should.”

I watch her watching me as I cup her pussy. She’s hot in my hand, her arousal slick and warm against my palm. I’m struck silent for a beat, imagining how good it’ll feel sliding into her.

“How long have you been like this?” I ask, gently rubbing slow circles over her.

A breath slips out of her. “Ever since I put your shirt on.”

I brush my lips across hers and glide my middle finger a little deeper between her folds.

More arousal leaks from her, and as it drips down my finger, a groan escapes me.

“Holden.” The plea in her tone is impossible to ignore, even more so the way her hips rock into my hand. “Please, make me come.”

Fuck. I could get addicted to hearing that from her. “You’re so pretty asking me to take care of you.” My voice comes out as a rasp. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you.”

She breathes out an almost silent “Okay.”

“That’s my girl.” I slide my middle finger inside her. She’s hot and slick and so damn ready for me. Rocking the heel of my palm against her clit, I slowly pump into her. “You feel so good. I can’t wait until you’re wrapped around me.”

Her lids lower, but she doesn’t close her eyes. Even when I add another finger on my next stroke in, and her mouth falls open in a moan, she still doesn’t look away. “That’s it, sweetheart. You take my fingers so well. You’re going to take the rest of me just as perfectly, aren’t you?”