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I can sense his discomfort building, the veins in his neck popping with the need to move, to dosomething. The muscles in his forearms flex as he balls his fists, his broad chest rising and falling with each harsh, shallow breath.
Too bad that seeing him like this only intensifies my anger.
He still hasn’t said a word, but the more he stares, the more I realize that I have something else to focus my anger on other than my dead mom and all the bullshit emotional trauma she left me.
I give up on drying my hair, throw the towel across the room, and push out my breasts. I smile when Holden’s face pinches, his hand going to the growing bulge in his shorts. And then I take it one step further. Because fuck him. “I bet it must be killing you that you can’t touch me.”
“What?” Eyes narrowed, he stands taller. “You think I don’t have any self-control?” He steps toward me, a challenge in his eyes that sets off an inferno deep within me. One hand on the bed beside me, he leans over, but not close enough that he’s touching me. Heat radiates off him when he whispers, his mouth right to my ear, “I bet you’ve thought about that night… can’t get it out of your head… my mouth on your pussy, my tongue on your clit, my fingers deep, deep,deepinside you...”
He’s right. “Fuck you.”
He laughs, deep and husky. “I bet you’re soaking wet right now just thinking about it…”
I drop my gaze to the erection tenting his shorts and fight back the urge to reach out and touch him. Just to fuck with him. Instead, I lean back so we’re face-to-face, only inches apart. Head games. That’s all this is. And when it comes to mental fortitude, perfectly stable Holden Eastwood has nothing on me. “I don’t know…” I deadpan, begging my body not to betray the coldness of my words. “Let’s see.” I reach down, slowly dragging my towel higher up my thighs as I spread my legs.
Holden pushes off the bed, stands to full height again. Lips parted, he watches my every move while I watch his expression switch from defiance to raw, unfiltered lust, and I have him right where I want him. I slide a finger between my folds, moaning when the evidence of my pleasure soaks my flesh. Goose bumps prick across my skin, and I push a finger inside me. Then two. It’s the most daring move I’ve ever made, but the way Holden stares, watching unabashedly, his heavy breaths floating between us—it only pushes me further.
“Put your feet up on the mattress and spread your legs. I want to see it all,” he orders, his eyes trained right where I want them.
“Fuck you,” I seethe. “Make me.”
Touch me.
Want me.
Do dirty, filthy things to me.
He doesn’t respond. He simply removes his shirt and then his shorts until he’s standing naked in front of me, and I can’t help the strangled sound that emits from deep in my throat when I see him like this. I take him in, slowly, slowly, and he’s nothing but solid strength, lines and angles, curves and dips, and damn what I’d give to draw him. Exactly like this. Nothing but lights and shadows.
Grasping his cock, he slides his fist back and forth.
My pulse pounds against my chest, and I subconsciously lick my lips.
He smiles, cocking an eyebrow as he gets down on his knees. “You’re just dying to have me in your mouth, aren’t you, baby?”
“Baby? Fuck off.” I shake my head. “And as if I’d give in to your wants.” Holden moves closer again, his head between my knees, gaze locked on my fingers rubbing my clit, again and again, and I can feel my release building. His arm moves—rapid, rhythmic, jerking off to the sight of me.
I push him one step further and remove my towel, baring me to him. Then I taunt him some more, run a hand up my stomach and to my breast, touching, teasing.
His eyes follow the movement. “Fuck,” he spits, his jaw set. A shiver runs through him, makes its way up his spine until his shoulders shudder.
It’s such a reckless, dangerous game we’re playing, and damn, if there isn’t a high that comes with this level of dominance.
No wonder it’s so addictive.
Drugs.
Power.
I clear my throat, wait until his eyes meet mine. “It really is a shame you’ll never feel the warmth of my mouth, see my lips stretched around your cock. Licking. Stroking.Sucking.” I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.
All I know is that I want to break him.
Ruin him.
If only once.
If only now.
