“Yep.” She smiled, brushing his jaw with her thumb. “Makes me feel good.”
He lowered his lips to hers until they almost touched. “Me, too.”
The urge to taste him again shook through Emily. As if knowing this, he closed the space between their lips, kissing her slow and unhurried, stoking the fire from the embers already simmering inside her.
When Holden finally lifted his head, he stared down with so much heat and intensity, she felt it to her toes. “Are you ready to cry my name?”
Chapter Thirteen
The raw, primal tone of his voice and the promise in his words liquefied Emily’s bones. Grabbing a handful of his fine ass, she rocked up and her good parts pulsed with that same primal urgency.
“Yes,” she whispered. “So ready.”
Holden used his thigh to push her legs open wider, then holding her gaze, he slipped a finger under her panties and stroked her center.
She instantly cried out, so ready and turned on it was almost pathetic. But it was also good. So good. The man’s touch was sure and firm and perfect, and the sensations intensified so much she nearly lost it on the next stroke.
Then he dipped down and kissed her nipple, rasping his tongue over the tip, and her breath hitched in her suddenly dry throat.
She closed her eyes and gripped the covers. “Mmm…what you’re doing to me feels so good, Holden.”
“I’m just getting started, babe,” he murmured against her breast and, hooking his finger under the lace, he tugged the panties down, following the trajectory with a path of soft, barely-there kisses. As he removed the final barrier, he lifted his head and sucked in a breath at all he’d revealed. “So gorgeous.”
“Holden—”
His big hands palmed her thighs and nudged until he wedged his shoulders between her legs and then he took in the view.
Her heart was pounding brutally in her chest. Damn, even his hot breaths were an aphrodisiac, upping her frenzy. “I need…”
Without hesitation, the intuitive man leaned forward and lapped at her.
Emily whispered his name on an inhale. She hadn’t meant to yet, but it slipped out, along with several low, needy sounds. She didn’t care, though. Hell, no. Not as long as he kept driving her crazy insane. Sinking her fingers into his hair to hold him in place, she rocked into him. He added a finger, and air clogged her throat as she panted.
Her ex had never focused on her like this.
Holden was different. So different. He seemed to enjoy it as much as she was. A light sheen covered his shoulders as he continued to drive her out of her mind.
Every muscle was taut and straining, seeking release. Emily clutched Holden with shocking desperation, so close to the brim. Never had it been like this before. Like she needed him to bring her to climax more than she needed to breathe.
Proving he was in tune with her needs, the clever man increased the pressure and pace, sending her over with long, fast strokes. Her orgasm burst through with an intense, relentless force that had her crying out his name and it echoed around them. He removed his finger, but his mouth remained on her, bringing her down slowly as she shuddered and shook. Panting like a lunatic, Emily released him and worked hard to find her way back to normal.
When he lifted his head, satisfaction blazed in his eyes. “You were fantastic.” He placed a kiss on her hip. “And I love the sound of my name on your lips.” He kissed her other hip then rose to his feet to grab a condom from the dresser.
Shifting up the bed, she relaxed against her pillows and let her gaze wander over his ridges and muscles, right down to his thighs, and…damn…all the glory in between. Heat sparked low in her belly, and she was amazed that her body responded to his so soon.
“I like what you do to make me say it,” she murmured.
A wicked grin curved his lips, and with precise, efficient movements, he was sheathed and on the bed, kneeling over her within seconds. His hand trailed up her leg to her thigh, and she quivered under his touch, then his appreciative groan mixed with her moan when he slipped a finger inside her.
“Nice.” His gaze smoldered. “So wet.”
He dipped down and brushed his lips over her belly, ribs, and her breasts. His skin was hot, and his body was hard. Everywhere. He stroked and caressed, paying equal attention to each breast, and had her arching up and panting, already throbbing for release.
Consumed with an ache only Holden could induce, Emily spread her legs, inviting him where they both wanted—craved—to connect.
Brushing her lips with his, he settled between her legs and entered in a slow, sure thrust.
Their gasps of pleasure echoed through the room. He felt so good. So amazing. The world disappeared, and Emily’s focus narrowed to Holden and how he filled her so completely. So perfectly. How he kissed and touched her just right. And how freaking amazing it felt when he began to move inside her.
