Page 38 of Journey to Cheshire Bay
He didn’t stand there long and pushed into the room. “That’s something I’ve never done before.”
I locked the door and slid the chain into place. “Really? Thought you said you’ve done this.”
“Yeah, but she already had the protection. I’ve never had to buy any.” He set the box down on the dresser, and fumbled it open, dumping them out. “They only had a three pack.”
I almost laughed at the hopefulness in his voice. Almost. Since we were parting ways tomorrow, three would likely be enough.
He threw the box in the garbage and covered it with a few tissues and tossed his hands out to the side when he connected with my stare. “I don’t need the housekeeping staff to know.”
I stepped closer, desperately needing him to stop talking. “It’s no biggie. I’m sure they see it all the time.” I caressed his cheek, still soft and barely a hint of stubble, and planted a teasing kiss upon his trembling lips. “Now where were we?”
“You were there, on the bed, and I was, umm, kind of…” His Adam’s apple bobbed and a faint blush coloured his cheeks.
“Like this?” I sat on the bed and scooted back, putting a little space between my knees.
The wanton desire flicked back to his face after he focused on my throbbing center and pressed out against his pajama bottoms. “Yeah, umm, like that.”
“And where were you?” I purred and made a come here motion with my finger.
“I, uh.”
I pressed my lips to him, to silence him, but mostly to kill the lingering awkwardness. All I needed was a half-minute, and we’d be back on track. Opening up, Holden slipped between my legs and balanced himself on one arm as his left hand grazed my cheek and trailed down my neck to settle on my boob. Through the fabric, he held me and gently squeezed, and the speed of his tongue told me how excited he was, but it was the occasional twitch that spoke louder. He may have done this before, but it was maybe once. Or twice. I was going to have to guide him. However, I was ready to be his instructor.
I rolled myself into a sitting position, and expertly pulled my top off, my perky nipples on full display. He pushed me back onto the bed and moved his finger all around the swell of my breast, circling closer and closer to the nipple, but never actually touching it. He did the same with the other one, albeit a little slower, more seductively, and way more tantalizing.
I let him explore, and his hand moved further south, but his mouth zeroed in on my breast, and the heat from it nearly pushed me over. His tongue flicked against my nipple, and I dug my hands into the bedding in sweet ecstasy.
Not wanting to be the only one driven crazy, I moved my hand down over his chest – that I needed to come back and exam in more detail – and settled over the visibly excited part of him. Through his bottoms, I rubbed and wrapped my hand around him.
“Oh, sweet Jesus.” His breath was hot against my breasts. “One thing at a time.” His fingers teased along the edge of my waistband, and I lifted my hips. Palm side down, he inched under the elastic, and smoothly over my stomach on a direct path to…
Oh my god.
He cupped my mound, pushing a finger between my lips, and dove right in. One finger. Then another. His palm rubbed against me, until he slowly pulled his damp fingers higher, finding my sweet spot and circling all around it.
“Holden.” My breath caught in my throat.
“That feel good?” His gaze locked on mine.
“So good.” I could barely breathe. Instead, I gripped him a little tighter, and allowed my thumb to mimic his actions. Slowly, I caressed his tip and listened as he gasped and groaned in a deep, sexy growl. “Two can play this game.”
He rolled between my legs and as he slithered down, planting hot, wet kisses on my rib cage, my naval, and back up quickly to each breast while his hands gripped the edge of my bottoms, and slipped them down to my knees. “So gorgeous.”
He held the shorts as I pulled out a leg, leaving one bare and as exposed as my core. His focus moved to take in the scene as I slowly moved my hand over myself.
“You like it there?”
I danced my fingers overtop, while my other hand settled over a nipple and rubbed it. I knew what I liked, and I was going to show Holden the way to make me fall apart.
Kneeling between my legs, he tenderly ran his hands up the inside of my thighs, stopping short of my pleasure zone. His hands moved over my hip bones, leaving his thumbs to find my sweet spot and rub it in circular motions, intensifying the pressure on each deliberate pass. Slowly, he planted kisses along my inner thigh, inching closer and closer until his tongue replaced the deft work of his thumbs. Hot and velvety, he flicked and rubbed and wiggled, until I couldn’t hold back any longer, and like a rocket lifting off the launch pad, I was a goner, and my emotional state wasn’t far behind.
I pulled his shirt free of his body, desperate to get the man inside me, and with my toes, I looped them into the waistband of his pajamas and pushed them down.
“Impressive,” he said, reaching for a foil packet we’d tossed onto the bed.
“I haven’t even begun yet.” I cocked an eyebrow and took the condom from his hand, tearing the packet with my teeth. “Please, allow me.”
He swallowed, and for a heartbeat of a moment, I worried I was coming on too strong, but when I looked up into his dark green eyes, the worry faded just as fast – there was a tantalizing grin stretched from one side to the other. He stepped closer, and while I slowly rolled the condom over his impressive length, I kept my gaze locked on his long lashes and the heated expression dancing in the depths of his soul.