Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Shit. That is the wrong question to ask when I’m trying to get my mind off of things. Instead of answering me, he asks his own question. “Are we done here, Cat?”
I grab a towel and wipe off his arm. “Yeah, we’re done.”
I’m turning away from him when he wraps his hand around my arm. “Stay.”
I take a deep breath and turn around to look at him. I want this, but I didn’t expect it to happen quite like this.
“Lie down.”
I look at the therapy bed he’s getting up from and I point at it. “You want to do it here?”
He pulls me against him, and his hand goes to my waist. I’m not a small woman, but the way he touches me makes me feel almost dainty and protected. “Fuck, Cat. All I’ve thought about is getting inside you, but I’m not going to bend you over a table and fuck you—”
He stops talking, and his eyebrows raise as he takes in my reaction. My heart is racing and my breath is coming in little pants. Just the thought of him bending me over the table has me wet with arousal. He leans down and kisses my forehead as I try to suck a breath into my lungs. “You like that, don’t you? You want me to fuck you on this table, Cat?”
All I can do is blink up at him. My nipples are hard, and with every breath I take, I feel them graze against his chest. His voice is husky, and his hot breath hits my ear as he whispers, “My plan is to fuck you in every room of this house, Cat. But right now, I want to make you feel good. Get up there.”
He pats the therapy bed, and I look between it and him.
He laughs, puts his hands at my waist, and lifts me up on the bed. “Lie down on your stomach.”
I open my mouth to argue with him, and he shakes his head. “Lie down, Cat. Let me take care of you for once.”
I reluctantly move to lie down on my stomach. “But I don’t need—”
He puts his palm on the small of my back and pushes me until I’m lying flat on the bed. “You’re always taking care of me, let me make you feel good.”
As soon as his hands smooth across my back, I realize this is a bad idea. The satisfied groan leaves my mouth before I can stop it, and I bite my lip to hold back anything else that may come out. He pats me on the back. “Take your shirt off.”
I flip my head around to look at him. “What?”
The look in his eyes is a challenge if I’ve ever seen one. “Take your shirt—and your bra—off.”
“Holden, I don’t think—”
He cuts me off. “That’s exactly right. I don’t want you to think. Do it, Cat. Take your shirt off. I dare you.”
Now I’m usually level-headed and don’t succumb to dares and games, but right now, I don’t want to resist him. I don’t want to be level-headed and responsible. I roll to my back and pull my shirt up over my head and drop it to the floor. My eyes meet Holden’s, and his brown eyes are practically black as he stares back at me.
I give him a smirk and roll back to my stomach, unclasp my bra, take it off, and drop it on top of my shirt, the whole time concealing my breasts from him. He groans and swats me on the ass. “Fine, but it’s not like I won’t be seeing them later.”
Instantly, my lower belly pulls and anticipation builds as I think about what may happen later.
He warms the massage lotion in his hands, and as soon as he touches me, my whole body is tense. He rubs up and down my back in long, firm strokes. “That feels amazing,” I moan.
We’re both quiet as he glides his hands across me. I’m doing my best to just lie here when what I want to do is roll over and pull him on top of me. I groan and clench my eyes closed, trying to get myself under control.
“You okay?”
I’m tight-lipped and mutter, “Yeah, it’s just hard lying here with your hands on me.”
He grunts. “Now you know how I feel.”
I open my eyes and stare at the floor. “What do you mean?”
His hands pause for a minute and then pick up again. “Do you have any idea how hard it has been for me to have your hands on me knowing I can’t do anything about it? You drive me crazy, Cat.”
“I didn’t know… I just thought…”
I let my voice trail off because I don’t want to admit to him that I thought I was the only one affected by it. I thought when he talked about it the one time, it was just a natural reaction to stimuli… not that it was because he wanted me. I’ve done my best to keep things professional even though I’ve been going crazy on the inside. But this whole time, I thought it was one-sided.