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His hands skimmed down my hips to the seam between my legs.
“Holt. Please.”
I clawed at his neck as he plunged a finger inside of me. “Me too, Easy. Me too.”
Slowly, he pumped, a single digit, stroking until I began to buzz. I fisted his cock and matched his rhythm. A rumble escaped his throat. I dragged his head to mine and fought for his lips. I needed his kiss, the connection that made me complete.
“Stop,” he panted into my mouth. “You’re gonna make me come. I don’t want to yet.”
I squeezed the head of his cock, and he hissed. “Are you sure?”
He withdrew his finger and peeled my hand from his shaft. I shivered when he finally graced me with those heated eyes.
“You cold?”
He lifted me, and I crossed my ankles in the small of his back. He turned so I was in the now warm water.
“Put me inside of you.”
I teased my clit with the tip. He gritted his teeth as I slid him between my slick heat. His head was swollen, his shaft throbbed in my hand. When I guided him inside, we sagged against each other.
He thrust until he hit home, and we stilled.
“Make me forget,” I whispered.
Like a snapped cord, whatever held him back broke loose. Holt slid his hands under my ass, lifting and lowering me onto him like he’d never have the chance again.
I peppered his face with kisses and clawed his shoulders. With every thrust, I saw sparks, until I was flying.
“Easy.”
He slowed his pace, and I whimpered, going limp against him. He hooked a finger under my chin. Stared into my eyes. Made love to me, slowly. Sweetly. Until I clamped around him again, this time my release rolling over me in a steady wave.
Holt held me as he came, flooding me with his release. He kissed me long and hard. When our mouths broke apart, we were silent.
I clung to him and committed this moment to memory.Thiswas what I would hold onto.Thiswould give me comfort when I got lonely.
Because as we washed each other and he tucked a towel around me when we were finished, I knew our time was done.
We’d had our goodbye.
Chapter Forty-One
Holt
Baker gave.
And I took.
Same as it had always been.
I stuffed my wallet in my back pocket. Refused to look at her as she put on the dress she’d worn the night before.
That, what happened in the shower, it felt a whole lot like goodbye. I thought that was what I wanted, what I had to do, until it was staring me in the face.
Now I didn’t want it at all.
But she did.
