Page 98 of Sunrise & Serenity

With his hands on my waist, he lifts me up, and when he presses me against the wall again and sears me with a kiss, my legs instinctively wrap around his hips. Fingers tangled in his hair, I kiss him back as if my life depends on it. Our mouths are still fused as he takes three strides, only breaking the kiss when he drops me on his bed.

He steps back and stops, running his hand over his mouth, his gaze fixed on me. Then he shakes his head. “I’ll be quick.”

He disappears, and a moment later, the shower turns on.

Rolling onto my stomach, I face the bathroom door, picturing him standing under the hot water, washing the day’s work away before coming back out here to dirty us both up. My thighs clench.

Oh god.

Holden wasn’t lying when he said he’d be quick. A few minutes later, the shower turns off. My heart rate kicks up another notch.

When the bathroom door opens and he walks out, I push up onto my elbows to get a better look.

He’s wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, with droplets of water trickling down his chest from the ends of his wet, tousled hair. As he approaches, his gaze skims over me, from my face to the slope of my back, the curve of my ass. Tingles follow in its wake.

When he stops beside the bed, I push myself up to my knees so I can drift my fingers across his warm, damp skin. I peek up at him as I trace the edge of the towel that hangs low on his hips. “Can I?”

His eyes glitter, one corner of his mouth tipping up. “You don’t need to ask.”

I tug at the towel, and as it falls to the floor, my mouth goes dry. I saw him last night, but that was in the dim light of the barn, not up close and personal in the light of day.

He’s long and thick, his erection curving back toward his body. When he gives himself a rough stroke, pre-cum beads at the tip. Swallowing, I lean forward and lick the droplet away.

“Fuck,” he growls, his free hand twisting in my hair.

The firm grip sends a shock of heat through me, and I can’t resist taking him into my mouth.

He tastes like clean skin and soap, with a hint of salt underneath. I hum around him, and he jerks against my tongue.

The fingers in my hair tighten. “Keep doing that, sweetheart, and I won’t last long.”

I should heed the warning, but I like the idea of teasing him, so I softly lick around his crown, then take him deeper until my lips bump into his fingers where he’s still holding himself. Keeping my eyes on his face, I place my hand over his and use it to stroke in time with my mouth.

I’m rewarded with another burst of pre-cum. The heat in my core ignites, and I squirm on the bed, pressing my thighs together.

I’ve never been particularly aroused by giving blow jobs before, but there’s something different about Holden. About the way he treats me and how he makes me feel. Apparently, being this turned on is one of those feelings, because the throbbing between my legs is only getting stronger.

“Sage.” The strain in his voice is clear. “I fully intend to fill that pretty mouth of yours soon, but what I need even more right now is to feel how hard you come with my cock deep inside you.”

I moan around him, tempted to keep going just to see how far I can push him. But when he tugs my hair, I pull away with a pop, leaving him swollen and wet, his abs flexing with each harsh breath.

“Lie back,” he says between gritted teeth.

I scramble up the bed while he opens a drawer in his bedside table and pulls out a box of condoms. Rather than put one on straight away, he climbs onto the mattress between my legs. “Spread those pretty thighs. I need to see how wet you still are for me.”

As I let my legs fall open, the sound he makes in his throat sends goose bumps rushing over my skin.

“Look at you, sweetheart.” He leisurely draws his fingers through my slick core. “So beautiful. So ready to be fucked.”

My back arches. “Holden, please.”

Lips quirking, he pulls his hand away and smears my arousal over the head of his cock and down the shaft. Then he grabs a condom from the box, tears open the wrapper, and rolls it on. With one hand braced next to my head, he drags his tip over my sensitive flesh, then nudges my clit.

“Ready?” he asks, eyes fixed on mine.

I squirm. “You have no idea.”

He lines himself up, then hisses out a breath as he sinks the first few inches into me.