In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 3)
In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes: Chapter 47

THE SECOND SHE KISSED ME, my control snapped. I kissed her like I wanted to, without holding back. Little moans slipped out of her throat as my tongue swept into her mouth, gliding over hers. I nipped her bottom lip and she let out a little gasp.

Her hands came to the hem of my shirt and we broke the kiss so she could pull it over my head. I helped her out of her shirt, undid her bra, and tossed it aside before I pushed her back onto the bed. Her tits bounced as she caught her balance and she shot me a lazy grin.

Fuck. My cock throbbed and I undid my belt while keeping my gaze on her. She leaned on her elbows, hair wild around her shoulders, heated gaze flicking between my eyes and my hands at my belt.

“I like you being in my room,” I told her.

I wanted it to be our room.

I yanked my belt out of the loops and threw it on the floor before shoving my pants and boxers down. My cock sprang free and her gaze dropped to it, fire flickering in her eyes. She bit that soft bottom lip and my length pulsed against my stomach.

She looked back up at me through her lashes. “We should talk about me staying here.” Her throat worked and worry flickered in her eyes. “And what it means.”

“No.”

She wasn’t ready, and I didn’t want to hear her tell me how temporary we were. Not yet.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and undid her jeans. When I tapped her hips, she lifted them, and I slid them off so she was bare for me.

“Fuck,” I breathed, pressing kisses up the inside of her thigh. “Been thinking about this all day.”

“Me too.” Her breath caught as my teeth scraped higher on her thigh. She lifted her head to watch me, and when our gazes connected, I winked at her and reached up to palm one of those perfect tits.

All fucking day, I had been replaying last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about my tongue in her pussy. The soft moan she made when I bottomed out in her echoed in my head. My cock was half-hard all day. Watching her work tonight had been sweet agony. When she was ready to go, I was at the door of the bar in a shot, dragging her by the hand as she said goodbye to Olivia.

There had been something I’d been fantasizing about all day. I paused, kneeling between her legs.

Sadie’s eyes narrowed, breathing hard. “What’s that look?”

My mouth hitched. “I want to try something.”

“What is it?” She chewed her lip, hesitation flashing in her eyes.

I grinned wider, crawling over her on the bed. Her eyes were wide as I nudged her nose with mine. “You’ll see. You might even like it.” I brushed my lips over hers, soft and sweet. “God, you’re pretty. I ever tell you that?”

She laughed. “Only about a thousand times.”

I kissed her again. “So not enough then,” I murmured against her smiling lips.

She laughed again. “It’s enough. What was that thing you wanted to try?”

“Hold on a sec. Don’t rush me.”

I leaned on one elbow as the other hand slipped into her hair, tilting her head to get the perfect angle in her mouth. Our tongues stroked each other and I sucked gently, pulling a soft noise from her throat that raced straight to my cock. Against her stomach, my length dripped pre-cum. My thoughts moved slow in my head as I kissed her, drunk on her taste and the press of her breasts into my chest. I shifted my hips, sliding my aching length up and down her center.

“Jesus,” I bit out the second her wetness touched me. “Love the way you get so wet for me.” I reached down to brush a finger over her and she bucked against my hand. Her eyes closed as I stroked her.

“Oh my god,” she breathed.

I kissed down her jaw, nipping the soft skin and watching her expression of agonized pleasure as my fingers worked her. I stroked a finger inside and her breath caught. Her inner muscles squeezed my finger and I added a second. She inhaled and let out the breath as a long moan, her hand coming up to my chest. I kissed her temple.

“I love seeing you so close to coming on my bed like this,” I murmured.

She huffed a laugh but dropped it when I brushed my thumb over her clit. “Oh,” she gasped. Her eyes were closed again as I stretched her with my fingers.

I looped my arm under her back and flipped us so I was laying on my back and she draped over me, legs open. My hand returned to between her thighs, slipping inside her soaking pussy, searching for that sensitive spot.

She jerked and moaned. “There,” she gasped against my chest.

My mouth hitched. Found it.

I loved her like this, desperate and pleasured and gasping against me. Hair spilling all around her, all over my skin. Writhing, breathless, and draped over me. Her hands grasping my shoulders, nails digging in, shooting electricity straight to my cock.

Her muscles squeezed me again and her back arched.

“Holden,” she gasped, wincing as my finger worked her G-spot. “Let’s talk about how long I’m going to stay for.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with me making you come on my hand?” My thumb swirled her clit and her hips jerked. My hand palmed her ass, squeezing and kneading and guiding her as she tilted her hips against my fingers. She moaned again as I pressed my thumb against the bud of nerves.

“I just—um,” she gasped as I massaged her G-spot, rubbing hard to work her up before pulling back with softer touches. “Wow. That feels so good. Um. What was I saying?”

“Something about how good it felt.” I slapped her ass again and she cried out. My mouth hitched.

“We want different things.” Her eyes were closed tight and I added a third finger. They snapped open and her back arched again. “Oh my god.” She shook her head and her glazed eyes met mine.

“Fucking beautiful.”

“And I don’t want to disappoint you.” Her head fell back onto my chest.

“You’d never disappoint me, honey,” I growled. “Never.”

“I can’t move here.”

I froze, fingers buried in her, hand on the soft curve of her ass. Her limbs were everywhere. Her wetness coated my hand and my stomach beneath her. My cock was so hard it hurt. My balls ached for her. She was a minute from coming and she was throwing everything she had at me to keep us apart.

Something unwelcome streaked through my chest. Sadie in my bedroom felt right, more right than anything I’d ever experienced. Like the missing puzzle piece in my life. My dream girl, who made blanket forts and poked my mouth to make me smile, gasping my name in this room.

I wanted it to be our room.

“You’re the boss, honey.” I stroked her with my fingers, long and slow, and her head dropped to my chest as she shuddered out a ragged breath. “What do you want?”

She didn’t answer, just moaned as I kept stroking her. She wanted this, but she was scared, because everything between us was big, intense, and real.

Something wrapped around my heart. I was scared, too.

In a quick motion, I lifted her and slipped down the bed so her pussy was inches from my mouth. Her incredible, musky scent made me harder and her folds glistened with her arousal. My fingers dug into her hips and I pulled her down to me, driving my tongue up into her wet entrance.

We groaned together and she tremored around my tongue.

“Holden,” she gasped, trying to wiggle away. “I’ll crush you.”

“So crush me.” My tongue worked up and down her folds, swirling her clit. I squeezed her perfect ass, cupping it and kneading, pulling her further to my mouth. “Kill me with this incredible pussy. Make my last breaths the best of my life.”

Above me, her hands came to the headboard, back arching and tits heaving as her chest rose and fell.

“I’ll be fucking my hand to the sight of you riding my face for the rest of my life,” I growled against her entrance before swirling my tongue over her.

She ground against my lips, needy and desperate. I sucked her clit and she bucked.

“Have you thought about staying?” I demanded, working her pussy on my fingers. “Have you pictured it?”

She huffed, arching her back as I touched that spot inside her.

“Have you?” I bit out.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Okay? Yes, I pictured it.”

A slow, lazy grin pulled at my mouth as I watched her ride my hand and mouth. The best view in the whole goddamned universe.

“We’re done being friends with benefits,” I told her. We were anything but friends. Liquid flooded my tongue and I grinned against her swollen lips. “You’re staying with me until March.”

She moaned and leaned her forehead on the headboard, hair hanging down in a curtain while I sucked at her clit.

“I’m still figuring everything out.” Her words came out in stutters and gasps.

“You taste so fucking sweet.”

“I can’t do anything serious.”

“This was serious the day I met you. Come for me, honey. Come on my mouth like I need.”

“Holden.” Her muscles were so slick, squeezing my fingers with first flutters as I worked her front wall. “Please, Holden.”

“I’m the one who’s supposed to beg.”

She huffed out a laugh, eyes still closed and face against the headboard.

She wasn’t ready for more, yet, but I’d wait patiently until she was, fucking the life out of her and pulling pleasure from deep within her body.

“Holden, I’m going to explode.”

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