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I nod, running my hand through his hair again. He leans into my touch, some of the stiffness disappearing. Sip more tequila.
“I had no idea she’d be here.”
That, I believe. I saw the surprise on his face. “I don’t want to talk about it yet.”
“Okay.”
We revert to silence until my cup is empty.
I set it down on the side table and step away.
All of Holden’s attention is on me, his eyes tracking every movement like I’m an opponent on the basketball court. It feels good. Right.
I hold his gaze as I pull up the hem of my dress. It’s daring—for me—short with an open back.
I felt pretty in it until I saw the blonde stroll over in her skintight outfit. But those are my insecurities. Nothing to do with her.
And I feel more than pretty as I tug the fabric up my thighs. I feel sexy and confident. Loved.
There’s a full-length mirror attached to the wall next to the dresser. I can see half of my reflection, the flash of lace as my underwear comes into view. The length of my leg.
I lean back against the wall, holding my dress up with one hand and rubbing my clit through the lace with the other. The last time I touched myself in front of him, Holden went absolutely feral.
And I need that right now.
Nothing sweet or soft or tender.
He stands, and my heart stutters.
“I hate that poster so much.” He nods toward the frame on the wall next to me. “Been staring at it for what feels like forever.”
I laugh, and it feels good.
He reaches me. “This view iswaybetter.”
“That’s not much of a compliment.” My voice breaks halfway throughcompliment. Because touching myself in front of him—having him watch me—is almost as arousing as having him touching me.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he says. “How about this? You’re the most loyal person I’ve ever met. How you stand by your friends? Your family? Anyone you care about is so lucky. And you’re so smart, Cassia. Anywhere you apply is going to accept you, because there isn’t a vet school in the country that wouldn’t be better off for having you as a student. And you’re gorgeous. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. No matter what you’re wearing, when I get to see you wearing nothing at all…I have to remind myself that you’re real.”
“You’re not bad at loving,” I whisper.
Holden smiles, then his gaze falls to my hand. It’s no longer moving. My focus is all on him instead of chasing pleasure.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He steps closer, his hand landing on my thigh and sliding up until he’s the one holding my dress.
I press my face into the hollow of his throat, inhaling the scent of cinnamon. The smell of home.
Deliberately, I graze his dick before lifting my hand and tangling it in his hair. My lips press to the side of his neck, and I suck the skin—hard. It’s a punishment and a prize.
It’s also a marking.
A reminder for all the girls downstairs.
He’smine.
