In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 3)
In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes: Chapter 42

A BLANKET FORT was a huge mistake.

I had wiggled into the cocoon of blankets and pillows first, and watched as Holden hit a switch beside the fireplace. Flames sprang to life and a moment later, warmth radiated from the glass.

All I could smell was Holden. He was everywhere in here. In the blankets. In the pillows. His masculine, clean, sharp, intoxicating scent filled my nose and my head and made my thoughts float around. It made my blood hum. It made the spot between my legs ache.

Holden slid into the blanket fort and his arm brushed mine. The touch shot sparks all the way to my toes. I was lying on my stomach and my nipples pinched. I held my breath.

He shifted to his side, propped up on his elbow, watching me. I shifted onto my side so I faced him, reached out to touch the corner of his mouth again.

The corner of his mouth tugged up again but I didn’t pull away. I dragged my finger along the line where his lip met his chin, tracing softly. His gaze heated.

“You never told me why you avoided me all summer,” I said softly.

His throat worked and he exhaled out his nose and his breath tickled the back of my hand. My heart was beating out of my chest.

“You’re perfect.” His lips moved against my finger. His gaze pinned me, simmering and filling with liquid heat. His throat worked. “You were perfect and you were leaving, and I had the most intense crush on you. Still do.”

My breath caught as his hand wrapped around my wrist. He pulled my hand forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on my pulse point. His stubble scraped the sensitive skin and my blood melted in my brain. My pulse beat between my legs. My underwear was damp.

“Your eyelashes are unfair,” I said, because my brain had short-circuited the moment his mouth touched my wrist.

He glanced up at me through those unfair lashes before pressing another kiss onto my wrist. My eyelids fell halfway closed and I let out a long breath.

“Yeah?”

I nodded, pressing my mouth together. My nipples pinched and my sensitive parts ached.

He nipped the inside of my wrist with dark eyes and I let out a soft moan before I crawled on top of him. I pressed a hand to his shoulder and he fell onto his back, watching me the entire time with that heated, hungry look. My body weight settled onto his and I leaned down to kiss him.

Holden’s hand wrapped around my waist as my lips brushed his. His stubble scraped my chin and I sighed with relief. His other hand came to my damp hair, threading his fingers in before he pressed his hand to the back of my head to pull me toward him more.

A low groan came out of his throat and he slipped his tongue against the seam of my mouth.

“Fuck, Sadie.” His murmur traveled straight to the spot between my legs and I shifted, straddling him. My elbows were on the floor beside his head, propping myself up and caging him in.

I tilted my head and slipped inside his mouth. His tongue tangled with mine and I exhaled again. His mouth was so needy and hungry. He explored my mouth like he was memorizing it, tasting me and stroking my tongue in a way that made my brain dizzy.

I sucked on his tongue and he made a noise of anguish and disbelief. He sucked on my tongue and my body twitched against his. A jolt of friction hit me between my legs and his arm slipped down from my waist, palming my ass. He squeezed me before I felt the sharp slap. I yelped into his mouth with a little laugh and opened my eyes.

His eyes blazed. My clit throbbed and I sucked in a deep breath. His hand squeezed my ass again and I clenched around nothing. Our gazes locked, suspended in time in our cozy blanket fort. Flames from the fireplace reflected off his eyes.

“Every time I see the paint in my car, I think about fucking you.” His low voice rumbled against my chest and my nipples prickled, thinking about that night.

One of my hands found his hair, tangling into the soft strands and pulling lightly. His eyes fell halfway closed and he let out a ragged breath, like he was having a hard time staying in control.

“Every time I have a shower, I think about your cock,” I murmured. I shifted my hips and his hard length pressed between my legs. He focused back on me, watching me with a clenched jaw.

I leaned down and brushed my mouth against his skin below his ear. His stubble against my mouth sent sparks down my spine. My eyes were closed but they rolled back at the acute sensation of rough against soft.

“Tell me you touch yourself while thinking about me. Tell me you say my name while you come on that toy of yours.”

I pulled his earlobe between my teeth and he let out a tortured groan. The devil inside me grinned. “I think about you while I touch myself. I moan your name while I come on my vibrator.”

“Fuck.” His chest rose and fell and he closed his eyes. His throat worked and he inhaled a deep breath.

“Relax,” I whispered in his ear. My teeth returned to his earlobe and I gently scraped my teeth down it. He left out a soft moan.

“You’re torturing me.”

I shifted my hips against his, searching for friction, and he groaned. I smiled against his cheek. “Good. You’re too serious. You could use a bit of torture.”

“Come here.” He fisted my hair and tilted my head so he could take my mouth again, and I moaned as his mouth coaxed mine open. His tongue worked mine, taking my breath away. I drowned in him, head swimming, and it was the best way to die.

Kissing Holden was euphoria.

An unwelcome memory of Grant snuck into my head. He had been drunk after some event and we were back at his apartment, before we moved in together. He had tried to kiss me with his gross beer breath and sloppy mouth, and I made an excuse that I didn’t feel well and took a ride share home.

I had always felt lonely sleeping with Grant, like he didn’t care if I were there or not.

Not like with Holden. He gently nipped my bottom lip, yanking me back to the present.

“Where’d you go?” he murmured against my mouth, tightening his hold on my hair. The pull made my scalp spark and tingle. I arched and pressed my chest into his.

“Nowhere.”

His fingers massaged my scalp and I melted against him.

“Stay with me, okay?”

I nodded against his mouth. My underwear was damp.

“You gonna be bossy with me tonight, honey?”

The low, teasing tone of his words made me shiver. I breathed a laugh against his mouth.

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” His hand rubbed light circles over the seat of my leggings. Too light. I shifted my hips to get more pressure from his hand but he lifted his hand away. “I like it when you’re bossy with me.” His hand returned to my leggings, teasing circles over me. “I think you like it, too.”

I thought about his head between my legs, and my hand on the back of his head, pushing him further. My core throbbed and I twitched again against him.

His hand slid up and into my sweater, skimming my bare back. I could feel the heat of his hand against me, and I sighed into his mouth as he slid his hand higher to between my shoulders. He made a hoarse noise in his throat. “No bra.”

“I’m going to make you come so hard on my mouth,” he whispered against my ear and I shivered. He dragged tantalizing, warm circles on my back, and in combination with the dim lighting in the blanket fort, the warmth from the fireplace, and the gentle thud of his heartbeat against mine, it lulled me into a blissful dizziness.

“I need it,” he murmured.

My center ached.

“Okay,” I said into his neck.

He flipped me on my back and I yelped in surprise. He didn’t have much room to kneel in the fort so he hovered over me, watching my face as his hand dragged up my leggings. His gaze was dark as he reached for the waistband.

“Your ass looks amazing in these leggings.”

I bit back a smile. His hand traced up my inner thigh and I shivered. My underwear was wet. I watched his hands and his face with fascination. His thumb found the crease between my thigh and my pussy and he stroked it over my leggings.

My core throbbed again. A smug expression grew on his face while his dark eyes watched.

He leaned down and kissed me above my clit. My heart beat in my ears and I couldn’t tear my gaze from Holden. He kissed the band of bare skin between the waist of my leggings and my hoodie before he slid the hem of my hoodie higher. He kissed a trail higher, higher, until he shoved the hoodie over my breasts and pulled a pinched peak in his mouth.

We groaned together. The suction of his mouth made my back arch.

“Holden,” I gasped.

“Mhm.” His lips worked one peak and his fingers worked the other.

I whimpered as electricity shimmered through my limbs. His teeth scraped one and my legs jerked. His other hand brushed my clit over my leggings, so gently I could barely feel it, but I gasped again.

“Holden!”

“Mmm?”

“You’re teasing me.”

He dragged his tongue over the point again and kneaded my other breast. I throbbed again and whimpered as pressure grew low in my belly. His finger brushed the seam between my legs again, one slow drag up the center and I bucked.

“Oh no,” he murmured against my chest. “You’re all wet again.” He stroked a strong finger down, harder this time, and my eyes clenched closed.

I had never been this turned on in my life. Never felt this slick and empty. Never wanted anyone this badly. My body hummed and buzzed with need. My brain was somewhere else.

I couldn’t think of a single reason we shouldn’t be doing what we were doing.

I choked a laugh. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

“That’s exactly what I want. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Touch me.”

He dragged a finger up my seam, still too gentle.

“Harder,” I bit out.

He obliged, and he grinned against my nipple as he pulled it with his lips. His finger dragged up over my clit and he gave it a few firm circles, working me higher.

“Again.”

He worked my clit over my leggings a few times, adding more fingers and more surface area. I moaned every time he touched the sensitive bud of nerves.

Holy hell, he was good at this. Too good. It was addictive, and I couldn’t even think about leaving this blanket fort.

I tugged on his hair. “More.”

His eyes were glazed and dark, cloudy with lust, and the sight turned me on even more.

His hands came to the waistband of my leggings. “Lift your hips,” he murmured.

He slid my leggings and underwear down, taking care to pull them over my feet. I pulled my sweater over my head and there I was, naked in a blanket fort with Holden Rhodes.

My gaze roamed his broad shoulders. “Take your shirt off.”

He nodded and yanked it over his head. His muscles rippled as his arms moved and I studied them, fascinated.

“Pants.”

His hands came to his belt but his eyes stayed on me.

It was hypnotizing, telling him what to do and watching as he followed my orders. My power over this big guy intoxicated me. My throat worked as I swallowed, gaze locked on his as he undid his belt. The front of his pants strained with his erection. I bit my lip at the sight of it.

He pulled his belt out and I held a hand up with a sly smile. “Slower.”

The smug look in his eyes intensified. With my gaze, I traced his abs, pecs, shoulders, and biceps. His forearm muscles moved as he dropped the belt on the blanket and worked at his fly.

His eyes raked my form and my skin tingled. He pulled his pants off, shifted back to sit while he pulled them down his legs, and wobbled. His smug expression slipped as his foot tangled in the blanket and he toppled over onto his shoulder.

A laugh burst out of me. “You were supposed to take them off all sexy.”

He shot me a look of disbelief but a grin pulled at his mouth. “This blanket fort was designed for a Thumbelina.”

My chest shook with laughter as he yanked his pants over his feet and threw them out of the fort before his hands came to my arms and pulled me forward.

“Boxers, too,” I said against his mouth, kissing him and laughing against his mouth as he struggled to maneuver in the cramped space.

“This was a terrible idea.” He laughed as he kissed my mouth with hunger.

The second his boxers were off, I reached for his cock. My fingers wrapped around him and he sucked in a sharp breath. I’d replayed this moment from last week over and over, picturing the surprise and pleasure on his face as I stroked him. Picturing his expression of agony as he came on my hand. I stroked him and he groaned. His forehead fell forward against mine.

His arms wrapped around me and he sank against me. We were sitting up still, my legs wrapped around his waist as I stroked and as our mouths tangled. His hands rubbed my thighs and my back and my breasts. There were everywhere.

His cock swelled further in my hand as I worked it. Pre-cum collected at the tip and I dragged my thumb through it. He jerked and gasped against my mouth. His hands locked around my wrists and he pulled me away. I made a noise of protest and nipped his lip.

“Tell me to go down on you.” He nipped my lip back. “Want to taste you again. I’ve been thinking about those noises you made. I need to hear them again.” His gaze met mine, dark and hungry and pleading. “Let me make you feel good.” His throat worked.

I nodded slowly. My skin was on fire. It was hot as the depths of hell in this blanket fort.

His hand came to my collarbone and he gently pushed me back until I was laying down. My knees clamped together out of habit and I took a deep breath, staring at the ceiling of the blanket fort, a white sheet with thin gray lines. I swallowed and let the breath out.

“Sadie.”

My eyes met his and affection passed through his gaze. “Now who’s the serious one?”

His tone was so gentle and soft as he skimmed his fingers up and down my thigh. He lowered a kiss to my knee, keeping his gaze on me, and I held it like a life raft. He reached for my hand and pulled it to his cock, standing at attention. I gripped it and it pulsed in my hand. My lips parted, fascinated by the thick length.

Holden raised his eyebrows, holding my hand over his length. “Okay?”

I knew what he was asking. It was the same as last time. See what the idea of eating your pussy does to me? he had asked.

His other hand moved up and down my thigh and he pressed another kiss on my knee, closer to where my knees connected. “Open up,” he murmured, and I moved my knees apart. “Thank you.”

I smiled to myself at him saying thank you.

“Something funny over there?” He brushed his mouth against the inside of one knee as his other hand skated closer and closer to the needy part between my legs.

“Nope,” I breathed, hyperaware of everywhere he touched me.

“Good. Nothing funny about this.” His teeth scraped the skin of my other knee, gentle and slow but so delicious. “This is very serious business. I take it very seriously.”

A giggle ripped out of me and he met my grin with his own. His eyes blazed with desire and warmth and that grin lit his face up. He was gorgeous, smiling at me. I’d do anything to see it again and again.

He pushed my knees apart and his head fell between my legs.

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