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“Fuck,” his walls crumble, and Holden pulls me against him. The hardness trapped behind his jeans presses into my stomach, and I moan against his lips.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
“Close” by Nick Jonas feat. Tove Lo
HOLDEN
Holding Rose like this is wrong. Pulling her against my body, and claiming her lips with my own, is so. Fucking. Wrong.
But, fuck, it feels so goddamn good.
She moans into the kiss, and my dick strains harder against my pants. I want to lay her out on that bed and spend the rest of the night buried between her legs.
But I shouldn’t. No, I can’t. I fucking can’t.
I can’t, but I really fucking want to.
I’m only doing this to teach her. So she can…can fuck another guy. I growl against her lips, biting the bottom one and making her shiver against me. I pull away from the kiss, spinning her away from me and walking her over to the edge of the bed.
“Hands on the mattress,” I demand, and heaven help me, she doesn’t even argue. When she looks over her shoulder at me, wiggling her ass suggestively, I nearly break. Nearly.
“What are you teaching me?” she asks, and I choke on my own spit. Jesus, this woman.
“How naughty you are.” I push down between her shoulder blades until her chest hits the bed, and I tug my jersey up until her ass is exposed to me.
The boy shorts hide her skin but do nothing to cover her curves. I grip a handful of her ass and groan. May the gods have mercy on my soul because there’s nothing that could keep me from this woman. I’ll do my best. For as long as I can. I bite my other fist as I squeeze her full cheek.
Her first time should be with someone she loves. I meant that. I just didn’t mention the part about that person being me. At the time, I was thinking it should be another man. But just the thought of another man’s hands on her makes me want to kill someone.
No one loves her more than I do, and maybe this makes me a sick fuck, but I want the man she loves enough to spend her first time with to be me. But tonight is not the night.
“How naughty am I?” she asks in a low, husky voice that fucking ruins me, and I drop my head forward, pressing a kiss against the small of her back.
“You are going to be the death of me and all of my self-control, Rose,” I moan, and she giggles.
“A girl can hope.”
“Tell me to stop,” I say again because, at this point, that's the only thing that’ll convince me to walk away now.
“No.”
Smack!My palm lands against her ass with a loud smack, and Rose moans. She doesn’t pull away or try to stop me. Her eyes fall closed, though, so I growl.
“Look at me while I turn this sexy ass red.”
“Shit, Holden.”
“Keep saying my name, Rose. I need to hear you say it.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
“For You” by Liam Payne feat. Rita Ora
ROSE
“Holden,” I whisper as another smack lands against my ass, and the pain radiates through me. But, fuck, if it isn’t everything I never knew I needed.
“Fucking hell, do you know how many times I’ve imagined this? Pictured bending you over my bed and turning your pretty ass red?”
