Chapter 14
HOLDEN
Lexi is a mix of enthusiastic and proud. She also appears like a jumping bean due to her eagerness for me to inspect her creation. With her hand on the handle, it feels like she’s opening a door to a new kingdom.
I’m not sure it’s a kingdom without us. Especially when she’s in a flared skirt that ends just above her knees.
“I really think you are going to love this. It’s the largest suite at the Dizzy Duck, and it’s by no means a cheap stay. Ready?”
Her mood is infectious which is why my face is beaming. “I am.”
She nods her head. “Great. Here we are.”
The door slowly opens, and I guess all those house shows I watch in my spare time feel a little more realistic. I walk a few steps in and then freeze. I need to take a moment to assess the room that is a complete opposite to what it was before, and I’m in awe.
Lexi observes me, with her hands in tight fists against her chest. She’s about to burst if I don’t say something.
“This is… fantastic,” I exclaim.
The natural dark wood floors have replaced the carpet, and instead there is a threaded area rug.
Everything in this room is white except accessories and pillows that are the pop of color.
The dark blue blends well. A free-standing tub has a tray across it with a candle holder resting on it for effect.
Stepping farther into the room, my eyes focus on different areas. The chest at the bottom of the four-poster bed, the different heightened candlesticks along the mantle of the cozy fireplace with two rocking chairs nearby.
“Like a magazine, right?” She finally lets out her excitement.
My eyes can’t stop exploring, but I slow down my track when I land on my destination which is Lexi who is now twirling once as she takes in her surroundings.
“That was the goal,” I reply. “It’s exactly what I was hoping for and more.” Already my mind has marketing plans, and I’m eager to get this room available as soon as possible. I could probably raise the price too.
“I was hoping you would say that.” She rushes to me and grabs my arm to ensure she can direct me to where she wants me to examine.
“Did you see the table by the window with a feathered pen and glasses with a classic bottle for port? And then there are little things like a hockey rubber duck with a Spinners jersey for Lake Spark’s favorite pastime, next to the towels and shampoo.
The curtains along the massive window and French terrace really removes the cookie-cutter hotel feel. Out on the terrace we ha—”
I spin to grab her wrist and pull her close. She seems caught off guard as she peers down to my hand then back up. “Everything is great… really,” I assure her.
It’s honesty, and I also need to cool her down a bit. I won’t need any more coffee today, that’s for sure. Her hyper state has rubbed off on me.
“I’m happy about that,” she quietly answers.
I ease my grip. “Where is the furniture from that antique barn place?”
“I’m using that for another room. Remember? Every room will be unique.”
I scoff. “Unique.” Just like her. Lexi doesn’t seem to grasp that it’s her I mean.
She steps away. “Everything is coming along so well. Moving ahead of schedule probably,” she continues to babble.
Oh, I know why, I really know why.
“Lexi.” I think I need to rein her in a bit. She remains oblivious to my attempt. “Lexi,” I repeat.
“I can imagine this will be a prime honeymoon destination, and with matching bathrobes and a welcome basket, then it’s…”
“Lexi.” Now my voice is tight, and it catches her attention, except she avoids my gaze. I notice that her breath is heavy. “Are you speaking a mile a minute because you’re alone with me?”
She chortles. “Trust me, you don’t scare me. It’s just…” Her head tilts gently. “I’m not sure,” she admits.
My journey begins with walking to her while she backs up. “You probably feel how I did last night when I wished you good night.”
Lexi licks her lips. “We do seem to align on thoughts.”
Closer, but it’s not fast enough.
“I must insist on one more thing in relation to your design process.” My eyes are hunting her.
“What might that be?” Her voice is thick with curiosity, especially when the back of her knees hit the end of the mattress and she braces her hand on the bedpost.
My arm circles around her waist in a flash to pull her tight against me. “We need to test the bed.”
Our mouths meet for a kiss that has more urgency than last night. Not as tender, not as soft. It’s a hell of a lot more demanding and reverent.
She squeals when I lift her onto the mattress, creating a dent against the duvet. “Hey,” she scolds.
I’m already traveling to her hips with my hands but freeze at her warning. “Yes?”
“What will housekeeping think if they come in here and see a rumpled bed?”
A gruff chuckle rumbles in my throat while I hover over her, causing her to lie on her back. “That’s why we should just use the bed all afternoon. Make it worth their time. Besides, I pay them, and they signed papers for discretion of all guests. I get a free pass.”
And who the fuck cares? Because I’m desperate for her.
She hums due to my answer, and we kiss as she kicks off her shoes. Her fingers drag the fabric of my shirt up my back, and every inch of my body that she touches spirals me into a man that is about to rip clothes if I can’t get us naked fast enough.
Somehow, we get there and I’m naked, and all she has is her turquoise bra that needs to find the floor.
I kiss her along her shoulder, dragging the straps down, trying to fight the magnetism to plunge right into her because her thighs align with my hips and her knees point to the ceiling.
The mere touch of her thigh against my cock is a dangerous game for us.
Lexi lifts her shoulders enough to enable me to sneak behind her to unclasp the bra.
I imprint the image of Lexi underneath me with hair splayed against the duvet and a gleam in her eyes of hazed desire.
Maybe I should take her slowly? That’s what I’m wanting, isn’t it?
To distract that thought, I stand, ensuring her legs stayed glued to my middle, and I grip some of her hair, pulling her up to inform her that I’m in control.
“The last twenty-four hours, all I’ve wanted is to fuck you.”
Her smile indicates that I have no chance of being in control. This is her show, because right now she is slaying me in every way possible.
“Well, Holden, what a funny coincidence.” She falls back and her legs loosen until she urges me to return to her, only she fools me and presses her big toe into my chest to keep me at bay. “I’ve been wanting the same thing. Now before you get comfortable, we need a condom.”
“Obviously. While I handle that, how about you get those hands of yours wrapped around the bedpost as you stand, and I’ll take you from behind.”
She salutes me, and we both do what we need.
With condom sheathed, I bring her back to my front, and she jolts from my force.
My lips scrape along her neck, my breath creating a wildfire against her skin.
Lexi’s arm wraps up behind my neck, with her body now stretched, and she searches over her shoulder for my mouth.
Our lips meld together for a long kiss that confirms that whatever we do, we’ll walk away as two people who can handle our boundaries.
Lexi hums into my mouth when my palm flattens against her belly then travels down to land on her clit that I circle with my long finger.
“You’re soaking. Is that all for me?”
“Yes,” she rasps.
Growling into her neck, I want to punish her for creating a man that is determined only for her.
“Those hands of yours better hold on to the post, Lexi,” I warn.
Always the obedient one, she does as I say, and I guide her hips back to ensure prime position.
A few strokes of my cock in her arousal and then I’m sliding into her pussy.
“Fuck, Holden.” Lexi does her best to scoot back to bring me deeper inside of her while she tightens around my length.
“Be a fucking good girl and face forward.”
I press down at the bottom of her spine for a better angle, bringing my hands underneath her to squeeze her breasts and twist her nipples a few times. Everything is heightened, which is why I slam into her harder and faster, her body jolting on every thrust.
“See? The bed isn’t even moving. Your designer picked a sturdy piece of furniture.”
That comment earns her my palm on her ass in one spank. “Your wicked mouth, Lexi,” I taunt. “But I guess it isn’t punishment since you enjoy it.”
“I do. In fact, I think I earned a few more.”
This woman. I move faster, harder, deeper. Sweat breaks out as her body heats and her breathing changes. I spank her once more, just making us like this. Thrusting together with equal temptation to get us to an orgasm because there is no stopping this ride that we’re on together in this moment.
The post gets held tighter because Lexi’s body is bouncing every time I hit her deep, then I lift her off just enough that only my tip remains before I plunge into her body.
I grunt because we’re out of control now. No possibility to slow down. Nor would we want to.
My release comes first, even though she’s close.
A dizzy spell hits me which is new for me, but then again, Lexi probably has the ability to change my blood supply.
I moan and sigh when the very last drop is out, but I continue to pump her slowly and bring my fingers to flick her clit to help her, and it’s not long until she’s coming around my cock.
We’re both completely gone when she falls onto the mattress, and I join her to steady my breath.
“We need to try harder. All scenarios to ensure the bed really can’t break,” I joke.
Lexi wipes her hand across her forehead. “Let me recover a minute or at least a few seconds.”
“You consider your timeline while I head to the bathroom to take care of this.”
I force myself to leave the bed and walk to the bathroom.
“Now housekeeping will really know what we did,” she calls out.