Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
He nods, but I’m already walking away, grabbing my towel off the hook on the back of my door on the way out. I don’t bother putting it around me for the short walk to the bathroom since Shayne’s still gone. I step inside, closing the door behind me, my back pressed up against it as I close my eyes, exhaling a sigh. When I open my eyes, I’m shocked at my appearance. I step forward to inspect myself more closely. My cheeks are pink, eyes shining brightly, my hair a wild mess, my skin peppered with red marks. I look down at myself, feeling raw but sated. His cum leaking down my inner thighs reminds me that we didn’t use a condom. Again. Thank God for birth control.
When the door opens behind me, I jump, whirling around on Holden, my arms covering my chest by instinct. “Can I help you?”
“I just had two fingers buried in your ass. It’s a little late for modesty, don’t you think?” He gives a pointed look at my chest. I roll my eyes, dropping my arms to my side. “I could use a shower, too,” he explains.
I shake my head, bewildered.
“What?”
“You! That’s what. One minute you’re all I have to tell you something,” I mimic his voice and the serious tone. “And then the next, you’re all…” I trail off, gesturing toward him. “Holden.”
“I’m all Holden? Is that a new adjective? Is it synonymous with sexy?” He lazily scratches his lower stomach, drawing my attention to his V, then even lower, where he hangs heavy between his legs. It’s disgusting how perfect he is.
“It’s synonymous with perv.”
“Look,” he says, catching me staring, but not calling me on it as he reaches over to the shower knobs, turning on the faucet. “We do need to talk. But I’ve had a long ass day, I need to shower, and I like seeing you naked, so might as well kill two birds with one stone, right?” He steps into the shower, holding his hand out for me.
His demeanor is playful, but I’m starting to realize that turning everything into a joke or sexual innuendo is Holden’s way of coping when shit gets too real.
“Fine. But I get the front.” His lips tug into a smile as I take his hand and step inside with him.
“Whatever you say, Sweet Valentine.” He steps behind me, letting me stand under the stream of hot water. The shower is barely big enough for a single person, let alone two, and the water pressure sucks, but it still feels good. I shudder under the hot water, tilting my head back and closing my eyes as I run my hands through my hair. “The view’s better back here, anyway.”
I snort out a laugh, spinning around to smack his shoulder. He swallows hard, his heated gaze landing on my chest. “Nope. This view is definitely better.” His hands reach out to cup each one, brushing his thumbs against the hardened peaks. I shiver at his touch, watching as he slides one hand down my wet stomach, my breath hitching as he stops between my thighs. When he feels the evidence of our combined orgasms, he crouches down until his face is level with my pelvis.
“Let me see it,” he instructs. I hold on to the bar of the soap holder to keep my balance as his hand circles my ankle, bringing my foot to rest against his shoulder.
“Holden,” I say, my tone holding a hint of warning. “I’m sore.” I’m sore everywhere down there, but even so, I feel my body tingling, the pulse in my clit starting to throb.
“I know.” He turns his head to kiss the arch of my foot. “I’ll be gentle.”
I’m wide open, completely exposed to him under the bright, florescent lighting. I should feel vulnerable as he inspects me, scooping up his cum before stretching it between two fingers, but the look in his eyes tells me I have nothing to be insecure about. “I’ve never…” he trails off, using his thumbs to part my lips. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
He leans forward, his slick tongue so soft and gentle as it ghosts along my clit, barely making contact. Something between a moan and whimper slips free as my other hand pushes into his hair.
“Why can’t I get enough of you?” he asks, sounding equal parts angry and mystified, spinning me around until my back hits the cold tiles. He grips the back of my thigh, pushing it higher as his mouth covers my clit. His lips are pliant as he alternates between sucking softly and licking me with the flat of his tongue, gently coaxing another orgasm from my spent body. This time when I come against his mouth, it’s not as violent, but no less intense.
“I think you’re going to kill me,” I say, breathless, as I start to slide down the wall. Holden stands, catching me by the waist. I throw my arms around his neck, feeling him hard and thick against my stomach. He moves us back under the spray of the showerhead, keeping me upright as I rest my head on his chest. I feel him shifting around, reaching for something behind me. “Soft vanilla, fresh orange, and toasted coconut,” he reads out loud. The description of my body wash?