Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Holden’s breath was labored, just like that night at the pool, and even though I couldn’t see him clearly, I knew the fire that lived inside me was burning in his eyes, too.
“Look…” I said, huffing. “I… I had fun. We both did. But…” I shook my head. “I’ve only just earned my dad’s trust. I don’t want to ruin that. And you were just cleared to play again,” I reminded him, knowing that my father had left the training room earlier to go tell Holden he was in for the game on Saturday. “Do you really want to throw that all away?”
He didn’t answer me.
I sighed, taking a step toward him. I reached out until I could touch his face, aching when he leaned into my palm.
“We can’t, Holden.” I shook my head. “We just… can’t.”
“What if no one had to know?”
I almost laughed. “Someone will find out.”
“No, they won’t.”
“They will.”
“How?”
I shook my head, grappling with words. “Because,” I said, floundering. “They just will.”
“We’re smart,” he said, stepping into me with more confidence. He backed me into the wall again, knee sliding between my legs and jolting the memory of the pool right back to the surface of my mind. I inhaled a breath and held it when his lips brushed against mine. “We can keep it secret.”
“So, that’s what you want?” I asked, hating how my chest ached. “A secret?”
“I want you,” he shot back, and his hands pinned my hips then, palms roughly sliding up and over my rib cage. I let my eyes flutter shut when his thumbs brushed the bottom of my breasts. “And if quietly is the only way you’ll let me have you, I’ll take it.”
I swallowed, writhing under his touch as his palms slid up and cupped my breasts under my thin bralette. My nipples hardened of their own will, and I whimpered when Holden ran the pad of his thumb over where they peaked.
“I wasn’t so good at being quiet last time,” I breathed.
Holden grinned against my lips, his body sagging on a relieved breath at the tease like he’d won.
And maybe he had.
Maybe I wanted him to win this argument, to convince me we could do the impossible.
That I could have him, even if only behind closed doors.
“Let’s see if you can do better this time,” he husked.
Any argument I had left died on my lips when he covered them with his, kissing me hard and pressing me into the cold wall.
That connection was all I’d thought about since the last time I’d had it. I’d dreamed about his hands on me, about the way he tasted, about the groans he made when he touched me. But the fantasy was nowhere near the reality, nowhere near as potent or intoxicating. And now that I had him enveloping me again, I knew nothing could compare.
His hands found my ass, lifting, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He trailed his kisses down my neck as I arched into him, hands tangling in his hair.
Then, he was carrying me.
Blindly, he ping-ponged between desks and chairs, weaving through the dark until we were in the far corner of the room away from the door. I couldn’t see a thing back here, so I let out a little yelp of surprise when he lowered us both down to the ground.
“Shhh,” he teased against my lips, and then he kissed me, and trailed lower and lower, lips tasting my skin all the way down.
His fingertips slid under the band of my leggings and my thong at once, and I lifted my hips in time for him to peel them down over my hips. My heart raced as the cool air washed over me, as he tore them off one leg and then the other.
“Come here,” he husked, and then he was on his back, pulling me on top of him.
I reached for his joggers, but before I could strip him, he clamped his hands around my wrists.
“I didn’t get to finish tasting you,” he said, his voice low as he maneuvered lower underneath me. He released my wrists only to hike one thigh up and then the other, until I was straddling his shoulders, hovering just above his face. I felt the heat of his breath when he added, “Don’t make a sound.”
Holden wrapped his hands around the tops of my thighs, pulling me down until I sat on his mouth.
A gasp ripped from me at the first contact, but I cut it short, silencing myself as he flicked me with his tongue, testing the sensitivity. I was already so worked up just from the fact that I was half naked in a very public place, so much so that one lick had me ready to combust.
“So fucking sweet,” he whispered, and then he sucked my clit, swirling his tongue around it with that added pressure.