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)
The dots never come back, and I’m about to stomp down the hallway when I hear a small knock on my door. I’m out of my bed and across the room like the speed of light. I pull the door open and gape at her. She’s smiling up at me, and it’s so good to see her smile that I pull her against me and kiss her like it’s my last dying breath.
She moans softly, pulling away. “The door… Cole…”
I shut the door and then draw her back into my arms. Her hands are everywhere, and I grab her arms to hold her in place. “We need to talk.”
“We’ve talked enough, Holden. Please, we have less than a month together, can we just enjoy it?”
“But—” I start and then stop when she pulls off her tank top, and her breasts are bared to me. It’s like all the blood rushes south and I forget what I was even going to say. She pushes me, and I easily fall backwards on the bed. She takes off her panties and shorts in one swoop and then dips her hands into each side of my underwear and pulls them down my hips and legs. My cock twitches as she climbs up to straddle me.
She doesn’t waste any time as she wraps her hand around my girth and positions me at her entrance. She slowly slides down my length, and it’s only when she’s fully seated that she lets out a long, satisfied breath.
She rocks back and forth, and I lean up, circling my arms around her back as I thrust into her. Her head has fallen back and her eyes are clenched closed. I’m so close already, but I refuse to let her make this just some booty call.
“Look at me, Cat.”
She shakes her head, and her hands go to my shoulders as she grinds into me.
“Dammit, look at me,” I whisper harshly.
She lifts her head and looks at me with a challenge.
“Look at me, Cat. I just want to look into your eyes while you use me to get off.”
She gasps. “I’m not using you.”
She puts her hands on my cheek and searches my face. “I’m not using you, Holden.”
I want to talk to her and tell her how I feel, but she doesn’t want to hear it, so I appease myself by looking into her eyes as I drive into her.
I pull her hips up a little and hit her at a different angle. She groans, and her eyes start to drift closed. “Oh God.”
“No, look at me, baby. I want to see your pretty blues when you come.”
She pulls me tighter and stares into my eyes as she rides me. “It feels sooo good, Holden.”
“Yeah, baby. So good.”
She’s so close. I can feel the tiny spasm of her pussy walls, and her channel is slick and heated. She comes undone in my arms with her pupils huge in her eyes, but she never looks away. There’s so much emotion between us, and seeing the way she’s looking at me takes my orgasm to another level. I’ve never come looking into a woman’s eyes, and I’ll never do it again unless I’m with Cat.
I keep thrusting, and she matches my pace. When we’re both spent, she rests her head on my shoulder, and I stroke her hair. She’s breathless. “Holden.”
“Yeah, baby?”
She lifts her head. “I’m not using you. I wouldn’t do that.”
“I know that… “
“I just…” she starts, but she buries her head in my neck and stops talking.
I hold her to me. “It’s okay.”
She takes a deep breath. “I should go back to my room.”
“Stay,” I demand. “Just lie here with me and let me hold you for a while.”
She’s going to say no. I can feel the way her body tenses that she’s going to tell me no, but she surprises me with a whispered “Okay.”
I lift her from my body and lay her back on the bed. She’s limp, and she lies there with her arm over her head. I go to the bathroom and turn on the water in the sink. As soon as it warms up, I wet a washcloth and make my way back to Cat. I tenderly clean her up, and she’s so out of it, she just lets me.
“Cat, honey, you okay?”
“Mmm hmmm,” she says with a small smile on her face.
I chuckle, go to clean myself up, and then make my way back to the bed. I climb in next to her, tuck her against my body, and pull the blankets up over us.
She burrows into me, and I hold her so tightly she laughs and pulls back a little.
“Sorry.” I stroke her hair. “Cat?”
She yawns. “Yeah?”
“Can I ask you about Cole’s dad?”
She tenses, and I rub my hand up and down her back. “Forget it, if you don’t want to talk about it—”