In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 3)
In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes: Chapter 28

“FUCK, YOU’RE PRETTY,” I told her, easing her back onto the bed before I pulled her shirt off. Her bra was light pink with tiny bows. I ran my finger along the top edge of one bra cup and she shivered. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard tonight.”

She snorted and I cocked my head at her with amusement.

“Something funny?”

She grinned wider. “You’re confident.”

Deep in my brain, something primal and possessive woke up. “Yeah. I am.” I pulled one bra cup down and set my mouth on the tight peak.

Her head fell back and my other arm wrapped around her waist to hold her up. I laved and sucked the point, moving to kneeling on the floor beside the bed. As my mouth worked, her legs widened a fraction. I let myself grin against her skin. My blood boiled with want. I had been hard since we started fooling around downstairs, and my balls ached with the need to spill into her.

My hand slid from her breast, and while I held eye contact with her, I undid her jeans. Her hands came to my shoulders while I helped her step out of them.

“Lay down,” I murmured, pressing her hips back and guiding her to the bed.

She lay back, propped up on her elbows to watch me, and I admired the matching panties.

“Do you always dress like a lingerie model underneath your clothes?” I asked.

She smiled. “Yes.”

I sucked in a breath and winced. “That’s going to be a problem.”

She laughed and I skimmed my hands up her soft thighs to her underwear. I watched her face, watched how her brows furrowed and she winced with pleasure. My fingers rested over the damp fabric between her legs.

“Oh, shit. You are so fucking wet.”

I rubbed the fabric in slow circles and she relaxed into the bed. A smile curled at my mouth.

My head dipped and I licked a line up the inside of her thigh. A high moan of surprise slipped out of her mouth and she lifted her head with wide eyes.

“What are you—”

I pressed a kiss to the damp fabric before I moved to tug it off. She jerked. Her legs closed and her expression changed. She blinked and sat up.

“What’s wrong?” My hands froze. “Too fast? We can stop.”

She swallowed and shook her head. “No, no it’s fine.” Her gaze darted all over. “You don’t need to do that.”

I frowned and sat back on my heels. “Do what?”

She shrugged again, shook her head, and waved a hand at her underwear. “What you were about to do.” Another shrug. More blinking. Her mouth pulled into what she thought was a smile but was more a grimace. “I want us both to have fun.”

My eyes narrowed and I tilted my head at her. “I don’t follow.”

A nervous laugh bubbled out of her. “Holden. Take your pants off.”

“No. What are you talking about, you want us both to have fun? Why don’t you want me to go down on you?”

The discomfort rolled off her in waves. She glanced at the door to the hallway, then the bathroom, then the window.

“Honey.” I kept my voice low and careful. “Tell me, please.” My hand brushed her thigh, slow, firm, and calming.

She sucked in a breath. “I can’t come that way.”

“Do you enjoy it?” My hand stroked her from ankle to thigh, slow and steady.

“It’s fine.”

“Fine?” My eyebrows shot up.

She squirmed. “A lot of people don’t like doing that.”

“Oral sex,” I supplied.

Her eyes fluttered with embarrassment and her throat worked again. Her fingers played with the bedspread. “And if you do it just because I want it, all I’ll be thinking about is how you don’t really want to do it—”

“Eat pussy.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “So then I won’t be able to get anywhere—”

“Have an orgasm.”

“Holden.”

Her irritation made me grin. She leaned over to her beside table before opening the drawer and pulling out her vibrator. “Use this instead. I can’t come without it.”

My eyebrows lifted at the challenge. “Let’s try.”

She shook her head. “It’ll be a waste of both of our time.”

“Because you think I won’t enjoy it.”

She nodded. “Yep.”

I gave her thighs a quick squeeze. “Do I strike you as someone who would do something I don’t want to do?”

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “No.”

I waited.

She chewed her lip, watching while I kneeled between her legs.

“Why don’t we try my way first, and if you can’t get there, we’ll do it your way.” I pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee as she watched, uncertain.

“You’re the boss,” I told her before I pressed another kiss to her thigh. Fuck, her skin was so soft. I could kneel at her beside for hours, doing this. “You say stop, I stop. You say slow down, I slow down.” Another kiss. Her lids drooped while she watched. “You say faster, I speed up.”

Her teeth scored her lip and her eyes grew hazier with more kisses on her thigh.

“You say more and harder and please, and I’ll give you everything I’ve got.”

Her throat worked again.

“You’re the boss,” I repeated and brushed my stubble back and forth on her inner thigh. Her breath hitched and her gaze followed my every move. “I’m yours to do what you want with. You want to slap me? You can.” I shot her a playful grin and she matched it.

“What?” Her chest shook with laughter.

“Go on.” I winked at her. “Slap me.” I whispered the dare.

“No.” She frowned but smiled harder.

“Do it.” My fingers wrapped around her wrist and I lifted her hand.

“Holden.” Her chest shook with laughter, her eyes shone bright, and I wanted to marry her. Tomorrow. Tomorrow evening at the very latest. The morning after if we were too busy in bed. I could wait a day.

“Come on,” I urged.

With my hand still around her wrist, she gently tapped my cheek while her eyes danced with amusement. I turned to kiss her palm, scoring the sensitive skin with my teeth.

“I want to fuck you with my tongue so bad.” My gaze pinned her. “Please, Sadie. Let me go down on you. I want to taste you and make this sweet little pussy feel good.” I lowered my mouth to her, just beside the seam of her panties, and sucked the sensitive skin.

Her head fell back with a moan.

“Okay,” she breathed.

“Yeah?” I lifted my head.

She nodded, still propped up on her elbows before she lied back on the bed. She took a deep breath and let it out slow.

“Nervous?” I ran my stubble up and down the inside of her thigh.

“I’m fine.”

“Liar.” My lips brushed the word over her underwear while I skated my hands up and slipped them under the sides, touching her smooth skin.

She let out a soft laugh and the sound went straight to my cock.

Alright, this was better. So much better. She didn’t fully trust me yet but I’d change that in a few minutes. I’d show her this was for both of us.

As slow as possible, I slid her underwear down.