Chapter Thirteen
T he raw, primal tone of his voice and the promise in his words liquefied Emily’s bones. Grabbing a handful of his fine ass, she rocked up and her good parts pulsed with that same primal urgency.
“Yes,” she whispered. “So ready.”
Holden used his thigh to push her legs open wider, then holding her gaze, he slipped a finger under her panties and stroked her center.
She instantly cried out, so ready and turned on it was almost pathetic. But it was also good. So good. The man’s touch was sure and firm and perfect, and the sensations intensified so much she nearly lost it on the next stroke.
Then he dipped down and kissed her nipple, rasping his tongue over the tip, and her breath hitched in her suddenly dry throat.
She closed her eyes and gripped the covers. “Mmm…what you’re doing to me feels so good, Holden.”
“I’m just getting started, babe,” he murmured against her breast and, hooking his finger under the lace, he tugged the panties down, following the trajectory with a path of soft, barely-there kisses. As he removed the final barrier, he lifted his head and sucked in a breath at all he’d revealed. “So gorgeous.”
“Holden—”
His big hands palmed her thighs and nudged until he wedged his shoulders between her legs and then he took in the view.
Her heart was pounding brutally in her chest. Damn, even his hot breaths were an aphrodisiac, upping her frenzy. “I need…”
Without hesitation, the intuitive man leaned forward and lapped at her.
Emily whispered his name on an inhale. She hadn’t meant to yet, but it slipped out, along with several low, needy sounds. She didn’t care, though. Hell, no. Not as long as he kept driving her crazy insane. Sinking her fingers into his hair to hold him in place, she rocked into him. He added a finger, and air clogged her throat as she panted.
Her ex had never focused on her like this.
Holden was different. So different. He seemed to enjoy it as much as she was. A light sheen covered his shoulders as he continued to drive her out of her mind.
Every muscle was taut and straining, seeking release. Emily clutched Holden with shocking desperation, so close to the brim. Never had it been like this before. Like she needed him to bring her to climax more than she needed to breathe.
Proving he was in tune with her needs, the clever man increased the pressure and pace, sending her over with long, fast strokes. Her orgasm burst through with an intense, relentless force that had her crying out his name and it echoed around them. He removed his finger, but his mouth remained on her, bringing her down slowly as she shuddered and shook. Panting like a lunatic, Emily released him and worked hard to find her way back to normal.
When he lifted his head, satisfaction blazed in his eyes. “You were fantastic.” He placed a kiss on her hip. “And I love the sound of my name on your lips.” He kissed her other hip then rose to his feet to grab a condom from the dresser.
Shifting up the bed, she relaxed against her pillows and let her gaze wander over his ridges and muscles, right down to his thighs, and… damn …all the glory in between. Heat sparked low in her belly, and she was amazed that her body responded to his so soon.
“I like what you do to make me say it,” she murmured.
A wicked grin curved his lips, and with precise, efficient movements, he was sheathed and on the bed, kneeling over her within seconds. His hand trailed up her leg to her thigh, and she quivered under his touch, then his appreciative groan mixed with her moan when he slipped a finger inside her.
“Nice.” His gaze smoldered. “So wet.”
He dipped down and brushed his lips over her belly, ribs, and her breasts. His skin was hot, and his body was hard. Everywhere. He stroked and caressed, paying equal attention to each breast, and had her arching up and panting, already throbbing for release.
Consumed with an ache only Holden could induce, Emily spread her legs, inviting him where they both wanted—craved—to connect.
Brushing her lips with his, he settled between her legs and entered in a slow, sure thrust.
Their gasps of pleasure echoed through the room. He felt so good. So amazing. The world disappeared, and Emily’s focus narrowed to Holden and how he filled her so completely. So perfectly. How he kissed and touched her just right. And how freaking amazing it felt when he began to move inside her.
Fast and fierce, need rushed through her again, and she automatically rocked her hips, matching his rhythm. A delicious heat consumed her every pore. She’d never felt this way. So filled, so whole.
“God, Emily…you feel so good.” He deepened the kiss, his big hands cupping her head as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth with the same pace and delicious intensity as his thrusts.
And just like that, she was there again. Ready. Throbbing. Teetering on the brink. She gripped his hips and bucked wildly, calling out his name as another fierce orgasm shook through her. Holden drew back, elbows locked, neck rigid as he thrust one last deep thrust and followed her over that blissful edge.
A few minutes passed, or maybe an hour. Emily wasn’t certain how long she laid there, eyes closed, dragging in air, holding the spent man to her equally spent body. Any second now, he’d probably get up, get dressed, and leave. At the moment, though, she didn’t care, she was too content to move…happily enjoying a post-euphoric ecstasy.
That was what Holden had introduced her to…ecstasy.
She regained enough energy to open one eye and then the other. She smiled. Warm breath hit her skin in spurts as Holden nuzzled her throat. He didn’t seem in any hurry to go, and it was probably crazy how great that made her feel.
The man had just taken her out of herself on an incredible pleasure trip and she was still fighting the wonderful jet lag.
“You okay?” he asked, rolling off her and onto his side.
She blinked, already missing the feel of him. “A lot better than okay. More like satiated. And I can’t feel my legs.”
Pride and satisfaction gleamed in his hazel eyes, causing warmth to flood her chest. “Satiated is good.” He grinned, tracing her collarbone with his finger.
“Oh, it’s better than good. Trust me.” She reached out to scrape the stubble on his jaw.
His gaze grew serious. “I do trust you, Emily. Just as I trusted this connection between us to prove amazing in bed.”
Fighting a grin, she cocked her head and trailed a hand down his hot, damp chest. “Does that mean it only works in a bed?”
Heat entered his gaze, and his erection thickened against her leg. “Well, now, I don’t know,” he said, matching her teasing manner. Then he grew bold and brushed her nipple back and forth with his thumb. “We might have to conduct a few more of our sessions .”
Good thing he brought that strip of condoms.
***
T he next morning Holden woke up with a warm, soft, naked woman draped over him, sleeping. His mind quickly recalled their third session that had left them both too spent to move. A smile tugged his lips.
That one might’ve been his favorite.
Emily had pushed him onto his back and explored his body with her hands, lips, and tongue, very thoroughly, very intensely, before she’d ridden him with a wild, fierce, abandonment, taking her pleasure on him—twice—then he’d held her in place and brought her to climax again before his release had ripped through him with a furious force.
Not only had the beauty decimated his strength, but she’d also stolen his breath. Her responses, and her demands were raw and primal and the two of them had come together in a way he’d never experienced before. It was honest and real, and it strengthened their already strong connection.
For being knocked off his axis, he’d never felt so balanced.
And she had knocked him off his axis. The rapturous look on her face—eyes closed, lips parted—sexy as hell bounce of her breasts as she rode him hard, secured her place in his heart.
The woman got him intellectually and sexually, satisfying his needs without trying. Her actions came naturally, as had his for her. Her calm, confident demeanor did it for him.
He lightly brushed a finger across her shoulder, and he smiled at the goosebumps appearing on her skin. Even in slumber, her body reacted to his, proving his conclusion about their connection.
It was crazy-ass strong.
That didn’t surprise him, but their fierce reactions to one another on a high-octane level had blown him away. The degree of satisfaction was unreal.
Holden had never been this satisfied or spent in his life.
It was beyond amazing.
Emily Harrison was exhilarating. Now that he’d had the intoxicating beauty and experienced the result of their connection, there was no way he’d ever get enough.
He glanced at the clock on her nightstand, relieved to note he had more than an hour before he was due at ESI. That could be a good thing, since the heat simmering in his body stoked to life as Emily moved on top of him.
The more she shifted those gorgeous, soft curves of hers, the thicker his arousal grew, until his body throbbed with a need for another session .
“Mmm…morning,” she said in a low, throaty, sexy as hell voice. Her warm hands skimmed his ribs, spiking the need already coursing through him. “Sleep well?” she asked, lifting up on one elbow, a smile warm in her sleepy gaze.
God, she was beautiful.
He reached out and used his finger to push a swath of tousled curls behind her ear. “Very. How about you?”
“Like the dead.” She snorted and shook her head, and bafflement rounded her gaze. “So, we’ve had a few sessions and the fierce craving, overwhelming need thing hasn’t left me. Do you still have it too?”
Satisfaction flooded his chest. He grabbed her ass and thrust up, loving how heat entered her gaze and flush colored her face. “What do you think?”
“That we need to take care of that for you.” She grinned, running a wicked hand down his abs.
“Great minds think alike,” he said, stroking her sweet ass, and the feel of her stiffening nipples and the way they poked his chest had his erection throbbing at full mast.
His phone dinged with a text.
Muttering a curse, he held her in place as he stretched to swipe his cell from the nightstand. “It’s Dex. He’ll be here in twenty minutes to swap cars with you.”
She set her forehead on his chest and her sigh washed over his skin. “All right. I’d better get dressed. I have to get to work soon, anyway.”
When she made to get up, he held her in place
“Emily, you need to learn that I can be just as attentive and just as thorough in a short timeframe. I’ve been trained to adapt, remember?”
Her wicked grin returned. “Then satisfy away. I’m all yours.”
Heat shot through him, resurrecting the rest of the fire and hunger that burned only for her. “Yes, ma’am.”
A few seconds later, Holden was on his feet, his arms full of soft, warm curves as he carried Emily into the bathroom for a fast, intense, multi-tasking, shower session.