“There isn’t anything interesting to see.”
“Excuse me? Speak for yourself.” I gestured again. “You owe me, Holden.”
That made him smile with amusement, but he obeyed. He kicked off his work boots and unbuttoned the uniform pants. He didn’t make a show of it, just did it the way he would usually do it in his room every night.
Oh, my God. He yanked off his socks and pulled the pants off, dropping them on the floor. Now he was just in boxer briefs, and every part of me was on fire. I could barely breathe.
“Does it measure up to the cover of a romance novel?” he asked.
“Uh,” I said, because it was the only sound I could manage.
He took a step toward me on the bed. “Get naked,” he said yet again. “You can do it yourself, or I can do it for you. Your choice.”
I grabbed the hem of my Yankees shirt, and then I hesitated. “Holden.”
“Yes?” He stepped between my knees, pushing them apart, looming over me. I was going to orgasm just from that. Just from his knees pushing mine open.
“I’m going to point out the obvious,” I said.
“Yes.”
“Parts of me jiggle. Other parts of me…wobble. It isn’t always pretty.”
“I disagree,” he said softly. “It’s very pretty.”
My insides twisted, hard, but I had to get this out. “You don’t know that, because you haven’t seen it in person.”
He blinked, and his voice was serious. “I know what you look like, Mina,” he said. “I knew what you looked like when you were sixteen, and I know what you look like now. I’ve always known. If you think there’s something about you that’s supposed to bother me, you need to think again. Now please take your clothes off, because I am dying to see you naked.”
I gasped, because he was incredible. I was about to go to bed with a guy who was incredible. Holden thought my pause was shyness, so he leaned in and kissed me again, deep and hard, pressing me back onto the bed. As he kissed me, his hands worked up under my Yankees shirt and pushed it up. He broke the kiss long enough to pull it over my head and throw it away.
“There,” he said. “Easy.”
He cupped my breasts in his big hands, taking his time, running his tongue over my nipples as I squirmed. He moved his hand down to the button of my jeans and I helped him, both of us scrambling to pull my jeans off along with my panties. Then he kissed down my belly, his beard scraping my skin in the softest, most delicious way, down and down.
I had one last oh shit moment and then it was just…gone. I didn’t care anymore. I was in bed with Holden and his hands were on my skin and I let my legs open, showing him how wet I was for him. When he put his hands on the insides of my thighs and pushed them apart, I arched up off the mattress. And when he put his mouth on my pussy my entire brain went blank, because it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I had never, ever felt anything that good in my life.
Holden was in no hurry. He worked me thoroughly without stopping until I came, panting and gasping. Then he kept going until I came again. When I was wrung out and sweaty he kissed his way back up my body, the muscled line of his shoulders mesmerizing.
“Condom,” he growled against my skin.
I grabbed the CVS bag, dumping out the box and ripping it open. When I had a condom I turned to see that Holden had peeled his boxer briefs off and was completely naked, his cock big and hard between his muscled thighs. I felt all of my muscles loosen and my pussy get throbbing wet again, just looking at it.
He took the condom from me and tore the wrapper, rolling the condom on as I watched. Then he braced himself over me again, pinning me to the bed, rubbing his cock in the slick wetness between my thighs, up and down, up and down as he gently nipped the skin on my neck.
“I want to make you come again,” he said.
“Holden,” I gasped.
“I’m already addicted to it.” He kissed my mouth, then pulled back. “But I’m so fucking hot for you right now I think you’re going to have to wait.”
I ran my hands down the warm muscles of his back, and finally—finally—gripped his perfect ass, just like I’d always wanted to. “Go faster,” I said.
He smiled and kissed me again, and as his tongue swept into my mouth he pushed into me, slow and sure. Both of us moaned. This had been so long coming, and once again we fit. He flexed as he moved slowly out of me and into me again, and I got to feel the play of every muscle under his skin, because right now, in this minute, Holden Whittaker was mine.
He pushed harder into me, pressing me into the bed. His muscles bunched as he kept control. He moved a little faster, finding just the right angle as both of us gasped. He was feeling the same thing I was, the perfect pleasure of him and me. The way our bodies—his hard, mine soft—were made for each other. The way we sent sparks of pleasure through each other without even trying. The way there was no awkwardness, no fear, no second guessing. Just trust. And pleasure.
He moved harder, harder, and I held on. A few minutes later he came, his body going rigid and his breath coming hard. And as we lay in bed afterward, in sweaty bliss, I knew some things would never be the same again.
Nineteen
Holden
We’d just had hot, sweaty, incredible sex—at least I had, and I’d worked hard to make damn sure she felt the same—and I still had a hard time convincing Mina to take a shower with me.
“I’ve never had a shower with a guy before,” she said, crossing her arms over her breasts and leaning against the counter as I stood in her bathroom, my hand under the shower spray until I got it the right temperature.
“So?” I said. “We’re already naked. What’s the difference?”
Her gaze moved to my bicep, to my tattoo. “When did you get that?” she asked.
I adjusted the hot water. “I lost a bet with Caleb. I had to get whatever tattoo he chose. He actually went easy on me—it’s just a design with H and C in it, our initials. It could have been much worse.”
“It’s nice.”
“I think so too.”
Her gaze had dropped down to my cock, unfocused. “Sorry, what? Did you say something?”
I grinned at her, and her gaze moved back up to mine, her cheeks going red.
“Keep looking,” I said. “I like it.”
“You shower first,” Mina mumbled, backing toward the door. “I’ll take mine after.”
I grabbed her wrist and gently tugged her toward the shower. “No deal. Get in.”
“You’re bossy,” she said, though she let me guide her under the warm spray.
“You like it,” I said, following her. I pressed her forward, my chest to her back, and let the water run over us. It soothed my aching muscles. There was no doubt I was exhausted after my double shift, but I had no desire to go to sleep just yet.
I could sleep anytime. I only got one chance to shower with Mina Maple.
I found her flowery body wash and put some on my hands, slicking it over her shoulders, her back, her waist. “You’ve really never done this with a boyfriend?” I asked.
Mina’s eyes were closed as I rubbed her. “Boyfriend,” she said. “Very funny.”