In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 3)
In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes: Chapter 48

“LET GO, HONEY.”

She moaned.

“Tell me.”

“Holden,” she managed. “Make me come.”

She gasped as I sucked her clit hard, worked her G-spot harder, and the orgasm tore through her. Her legs clamped against the sides of my head and I groaned into my sweet center, giving her everything. I was in heaven, her grinding herself and crying out like this. My skin burned with need and my cock leaked pre-cum all over my stomach as she gasped my name over and over again against the headboard, anointing this room as ours.

Mine. Sadie was mine. She was written into my DNA, she coursed through my blood, her image singed into my brain.

The tremors slowed around my fingers and I eased the suction back a fraction at a time, bringing her down soft and easy. She collapsed onto the headboard and I lifted her down my body so her head could rest on my chest while she caught her breath.

She heaved for air, resting on my chest. I was hard as a fucking rock, so turned on it hurt, but I clung to this moment the way I clung to her against me.

“Anything you want,” I murmured into the top of her hair.

She lifted her head, eyes glazed like she was drugged, mouth hanging open and breathing hard. Her hair was a mess. She nodded like she was in shock.

“Uh-huh,” she said.

Warmth expanded in my chest and my mouth hitched. “Honey, you’re a mess.”

She huffed an embarrassed laugh, pushed her hair off her face and pressed her lips to the center of my chest. My heart beat against her mouth and her eyes met mine. Something passed between us.

“You can pretend this isn’t serious but we know the truth.”

Her gaze held mine and she chewed her lip.

She wanted it, I knew she did. I could see it behind her eyes, the same yearning I carried around with me for so long.

“I’ll never do what he did,” I told her, threading my hands in her hair and studying her eyes. “I’ll never hurt you. You know me better than anyone.”

Her throat worked and she nodded before she leaned over to kiss me.

My chest strained with the need for her to believe me. For her to believe in us.

My hands tightened on her hips before I reached over to the bedside table and pulled the drawer open. Her gaze followed the long line of my arm as I stretched and her hands roamed my chest.

“You have the perfect amount of chest hair.” Her soft fingertips skimmed my pecs.

I tore the wrapper open and rolled it down my length. “So do you.”

A laugh burst out of her, making her shake over me. Her eyes filled with light and her skin glowed. Her hair was wild and unruly and I’m sure mine was too.

I loved her like this. My dream girl. Smiling for real at me, laughing and naked and open with me. Letting me please her and work for her.

I’d work for her. I’d work for her so fucking hard.

“Holden?” The smile dimmed as she stared back at me. She swallowed. “You okay?”

I always liked it when she said my name but this one drifted out of her mouth, floated onto my chest, and sunk into my heart, where it would stay for the rest of my fucking life.

I nodded, throat tight, and sucked a breath in through my nose.

“Good,” she whispered, before she lifted her hips, circled her fingers around my cock, and nudged me into her entrance. I gripped her hip, guiding her, heavy gaze locked on hers. She stretched around my length, so warm and slick and soft and tight. Her eyes fell closed and she moaned.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” My voice was ragged. Heat and pressure built low in my stomach and I clenched my teeth together, breathing hard. My fingers dug into the soft skin of her hips and she slid down until I was in to the hilt.

I held her down on me and dragged my gaze down her body, sitting on top of me with a wide-eyed expression of pleasure. She blinked and breathed through her nose.

“It’s so good, it hurts,” she whispered. Her hands splayed wide on my chest and her fingers flexed against my skin at the same time her pussy clamped me. “So, so good, Holden.”

“I know, baby.” Pressure squeezed the base of my spine. My head pounded with blood. It was too good, being inside her. My skin was on fire, lit up as electricity ripped through my veins. A primal, possessive, desperate need to fuck rose through me and my hands shook as I moved to palm her tits.

“I’m going to go too hard,” I managed. I could feel my brows pinching and the desperate look on my face. “Going to lose it.”

“So lose it.” Power flickered through her eyes and she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth.

My eyes closed, brain short circuiting. I pulsed inside her. “Sadie.”

“Holden.” Her voice teased.

“Take what you need,” I gasped. My vision blurred and I sucked another breath in. She squeezed my cock with a look of mischief and my balls pulled up to my body. “Please.”

She shifted her hips and I groaned. She rose and slid down my cock so I was inside her to the hilt. Pleasure and lust pressure-cooked my brain.

“Like that?” She did it again, eyes gleaming. Her tits bounced with her motion.

“Just like that.”

Her hands flattened on my chest as she leaned forward, working my cock between her legs, and her mouth opened. The sight ripped the breath from my lungs.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” My voice was jagged as I held on to the last shreds of sanity and control. “An angel.”

Her gaze flared down at me and a smug expression washed over her face as she bounced up and down on my cock a little faster. My hands covered hers on my chest. My pulse thickened and heat pooled low in my belly. My abs flexed tight and sweat gathered on my forehead. Every muscle in my body pulled tight.

Not yet not yet not yet not yet not yet one more minute please please please one more moment like this.

She flexed around me, I pulsed. Her eyes met mine in surprise. “Oh.” Her head tilted to the side as she leaned back a couple inches and her eyes went wider. “Oh,” she gasped, different this time. Her surprised expression melted into pleasure and she bit her lip. “Right there.” She moved faster and sucked in a breath.

One of my hands slipped out from under hers to brush her clit.

She jerked and squeezed me when I touched the tight bud of nerves. My body strained and sweat poured off my forehead with exertion but I held on with everything I had.

“One more,” I bit out.

I gently stroked her clit and she let out a long, low moan, head falling back. Tits bouncing as she rose and dropped onto my aching cock. Long, delicate neck bared for me. Hands pressed urgently into my chest, fingers tensing each time my length stroked inside her soaking pussy. I swirled the pad of my thumb over her clit in fast circles and her tremors began.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I urged her. “Come on.”

She nodded again and again and my hips thrust up to meet her, pound into her harder. She cried out.

“Say my name.” I was coming apart at the seams, holding on with everything I had as she fluttered harder around my cock.

“Holden.” She gasped it, eyes clenched closed. Her core clamped down on me and fucked her hard from below with everything I had. She shook and gripped me like a tight fist. I choked on air, drinking up everything she was giving me.

“Come with me.” Her words slipped out as moans. “Please. Need you to come with me.”

Fire seared up my spine into my brain and I came hard, releasing everything deep inside her with a shout. Our gazes locked and the moss green of her eyes cut my brain in half and then cut it in half again. My body bowed towards her, lost in her eyes, buried deep within her where I belonged.

Right. This was so fucking right. Nothing would ever be as good as this moment with Sadie sitting on my cock as she worked my soul out through my cock. Nothing.

I fell back onto the pillow, drained, blood still rushing through my ears and heart pounding in my chest. Sadie let out a satisfied sigh and leaned forward. I pulled her against me, one hand locked tight around her back and one in her hair as I caught my breath. My chest was slick with sweat but she didn’t notice or care.

“Holden,” she sighed against my chest. “Having sex with you is the best thing I’ve ever experienced. I never thought it could be like that.”

My heart fucking sang when she said that. I smiled into her hair, heart rate slowing. Post-orgasm sleepiness crawled through my brain like fog.

“Fucking you is what I was made for,” I said into her hair.

She laughed softly and my heart twisted at the sound. I closed my eyes to memorize it.

A few minutes later, when I had taken care of the condom and brushed a washcloth over her, grinning at her embarrassed smile, I pulled her under the covers and against my chest.

Sleep bled into the edges of her eyes but she gazed up at me, watching. Her hand flattened on my chest, stroking lightly.

She gazed back at me like we were the only people on the planet.

I loved her.

It bloomed in my chest, warm and tight. I was head over fucking heels, stars in my eyes, head in the goddamned clouds in love with Sadie Waters.

I realized something. All those guys before me, they took from her in different ways. Begging her to stay would be selfish.

I couldn’t ask her to choose me over everything she had waiting in Toronto. It had to be her decision.

We lied there a few moments, hearts beating against each other, sinking into the bed and listening to each other’s breath. I reached over to turn the bedside lamp off.

She inhaled a deep breath and let it free, deflating and relaxing against me. I pressed a kiss on top of her head and inhaled her hair. She made a muffled mmm noise against my chest and I smiled.

When I had gifted her the boots and raincoat, happiness had radiated out of Sadie, like she couldn’t believe someone would do that for her.

An idea formed in my head. I didn’t have to tell Sadie I loved her.

I’d show her.