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“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.
Holden’s cock thickens against me, in response to the hickey or the way I’m grinding against him, or maybe both.
He pulls back, just far enough to unbuckle his belt and tug down his boxers. Our bodies press together and our mouths collide in a desperate, messy kiss.
Holden devours me like I’m oxygen.
Like I’m something vital to him.
My hand finds the thick length bobbing between us, and he groans as I stroke, breaking our kiss. “Fuck.” He hisses when I squeeze tighter than usual, but there’s pleasure laced in the pain. “I love you so much.”
I roll my eyes. “You love hand jobs.”
He chuckles, but then something grows still and serious between us. “Only from you.”
I hold his gaze. He reaches for my underwear, pulling the lace taut so it rubs exactly where I want his cock.
“Only you,” he says.
I swallow, the words rubbing and soothing a wound that hasn’t fully healed.
“For now.”
“Forever.” There’s a sharp note to his tone that wasn’t there before. His hips push into mine, erasing all the space between our bodies.
“Prove it,” I whisper.
He smirks as I writhe against him, trying to get his dick inside of me.
“There’s an old condom in my wallet,” he tells me. “If you want me to wear one.”
