Because You're Mine (11 page)

              “Do you know what you look like? Lying there like that?” I shook my head.

              “
Mine
.” he whispered softly.

              My heart soared at his possessive claim. His dark blue eyes were intent and determined, penetrating every inch of me. I ate up every single bit of it. My desire for him was strong and real. And his need for me breathed that very same life. Standing between my open legs, Holden reached back to pull his t-shirt over his head. Those delectable divots dipping into his jeans made my entire body ache with need. Our first time was intense and rushed. This time would not lack intensity in the least, but it would be pumped full of appreciation.

             
He was perfect.

              Leaning over at the waist, his hard body covered mine. Holden kissed me long, hard, and deep as he slowly fucked my mouth with his wicked tongue. Once he was done with my mouth, he licked and sucked my nipples until they ached from his lavishing tongue and teeth. My legs vibrated against the table as Holden kissed and licked his way down the length of my body. Placing a wet kiss just below my belly button, he pulled my legs further apart and placed small kisses along my inner thighs. Then he puckered his swollen lips, blowing cool air on the fire that was burning down below.

              “Holden, please,” I panted.

              He had me so close to the edge, all he had to do was put his mouth or hand on me and I would fall right over. That phenomenal grin he owned made its grand appearance, and what little inhibition I was holding on to…

             
Poof.

              I sat up on my elbows to look down at him. My body nudged my mouth to speak and what came out shocked the shit out of me. “I want you to suck my clit. Hard.”

              Holden’s grin transformed into one hell of a triumphant smile, and a deviant laugh rumbled deep in his chest. “You better hold on tight, baby.” Holden’s hands covered my wrists, pinning them in place. Parting my folds with his tongue, he did just what I’d ordered. He sucked.

             
Hard
.

              The whole room dissolved around me. Cries of pleasure tore from my throat along with his name. Licking and sucking, he drank every drop of pleasure from me. It was insane the way he worked my body into a floundering pool of mass.

He kissed his way back up to my mouth, his upper body covering mine until he found my mouth. “Mmm…honeysuckle.” he whispered against my lips.              

“What?” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth then released it with a pop. 

              “You taste like honeysuckle, baby. I could eat sweet honeysuckle all fuckin’ day.”

              He stood up, toeing off his boots. His jeans and underwear followed, and my elbows found purchase again so that I could admire the perfect man before me. Lean and firm, I was pretty sure I could spend hours learning each and every groove and curve of his incredible body.

You could tell Holden didn’t just work out…he worked hard for a living. “You like what cha see, babe?” A wicked grin danced across his lips as he began to stroke himself. I licked my lips and nodded. I liked
everything
about him.

              “Me too.”

              Lining himself with my tender sex, he wrapped my legs around his waist. Holden gripped my hips with his strong hands then slowly eased inside. Intense heat raced up my spine and the impact caused mind numbing pleasure.               Reaching for the sides of the table, I held on while Holden fucked me right there on that solid piece of cedar. Holding my hips steady, he pumped in and out of me with perfect, even strokes.

Lying across my body, he scooped me up. Circling my limbs tight around him, he lifted me from table. Strong arms wrapped around me while he devoured my mouth. He carried me with ease down the short hall leading to what I assumed was his bedroom. He kicked at the door but it didn’t open. I heard a crack the second time he kicked it, and my lips pulled from his to survey the damage.

              “Jesus Christ, Holden. You busted the damn door.” I examined the door then looked back into his eyes.

              “Fuck that door,” he said before he claimed my gaping mouth once more.

              He laid me down on the mattress and climbed between my legs, resuming his blistering kiss and driving back into me slowly. Resting on his forearms, Holden’s hands cradled my face. Our breaths mingled in heavy pants. “Fuck, baby.”

He rocked back and forth.

              Harder.

             
Faster
.

              The crook of his arm found the bend in my knee, hitching my leg up and spreading me wider. He penetrated deeper and deeper with each calculated thrust, pushing heavy pants and his name from my lips. Higher and higher I climbed until he delivered the final incinerating blow.

I exploded, splintering into a million tiny pieces before helplessly fluttering back down to the bed, landing in Holden’s arms. His movements slowed considerably as he pulsed inside of me, milking every last drop.

              “That was…” I couldn’t find the words to even begin to describe what I was feeling right now.

              Holden’s head shot up from my neck, a satisfied grin breaking his straight face. “Perfect.”

             
Exactly
.

              “Stay put.” he ordered.

              I could hardly speak…much less move. My body was limp and completely sated. The only thing I wanted to do was go to sleep.

              Shit.

             
Shit. Shit. Shit.

              I couldn’t stay here. That would just be…too much. I was about to get up when Holden padded back into the bedroom with a wash cloth in his hand. It was wet and warm and I watched in amazement as he cleaned me up. I cocked my head to the side, openly staring at his beautiful face. No one had ever taken care of me like this.

              “What?’”

              There were so many things my heart was screaming for me to say, but my mind refused to listen. “I need to go home.”

CHAPTER thirteen

Love is a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

-Aristotle

Holden

             
What the fuck?

              Maddie moved to get up from the bed, but my hold was strong and quick. I moved her right back beneath me. My heart thudded harder as I glared down into her wide eyes. She was scared.

              “I can’t stay here.”

              “I want you to stay.” I confessed.

Letting her go was not an option for me.

              Maddie’s eyes softened and her tiny hands squeezed my arms. “Holden, we can’t…” She shook her head from side to side. “We can’t do this.” she whispered, looking away.

My gut clenched. “Maddie, look at me,”

Stubborn as she was, she would not face me.

“Maddie, goddamn it, if you don’t look at me, I’m gonna spank that pretty ass of yours.”

              Jerking her head back, her heated eyes shot to mine.

             
There she is
.

I shifted my hips between her legs, pressing my hard cock right back where I wanted to be.

Where I
needed
to be.

              “Stay.” I breathed against her mouth just before I covered it with my own.              

              Fuck, this woman had me right by the balls with the way she wrapped herself around me. Her arms, legs, and sweet tight pussy had me higher than I’d ever been in my life.

              I’d done a shit ton of drugs over the years.

             
Fucking loads.

              But I’d never been this high. And God help me…I never wanted to come down.              Slowly rocking back and forth inside of her, I pulled kisses from her mouth like a fiend begging for a hit. I took everything I could from her. The smell of her arousal mixed with strawberries and honey infiltrated my nose and that tight pussy clenched tighter around me. Everything about this woman was potent and addictive.

             
Powerful
.

              “Damn, I’m on the ceilin’, baby. You’re better than any drug I’ve ever had pumpin’ through my veins,” Dragging in and out, I hit her with measured and precise strokes. The sound of our slick bodies smacking together in perfect unison…was like taking another hit. “You’re better than any shot of whisky absorbin’ my bloodstream.” Looking deep into her eyes, I surged harder. “You’re it, baby.”

              “Holden,” she breathed, her eyes glazing over with passion.

              “Stay,” I begged, still holding her eyes.

              I would beg, borrow, or steal to keep this woman beneath me. I no longer had any shame or pride where she was concerned. Maddie’s back arched from the bed as my name broke from her lips along with the only other word I wanted to hear. 

“
Holden
,
YES!
”

              Addicted was a mild term for what I was feeling for Maddie.

              I was strung the fuck out.

***

It took me a while to come back down. I was still flying high, but I was back under control.

Somewhat.

We’d just gotten out of the shower. I took my sweet ass time, lathering up every square inch of her tempting body until she was squeaky clean and begging for me to take her again. Instead, I sucked and licked as much of that
sweet honeysuckle as I could. Now she was in my
clothes, in my bed.

             
Mine
.

              “Night, Holden.” She rolled over to face the wall.

              Moving in behind her, I pressed my front to her back. My arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. She grasped my forearm and tensed.  “What’s wrong?” Pulling her hair aside, I panted a kiss just below her ear.

Maddie rolled onto her back. “I’m just tired.” she murmured.

              “Me too,” I chuckled. “Can I hold you now so we can go to sleep?” 

              “Um…you don’t have to do that.”

              Propped up on my elbow, I stared down at her. My mind frantically scrounged for the right words. “Uh, I thought all women liked to cuddle after sex.” I teased, raising one eyebrow.

              “That’s not it. It’s just…there’s no reason for us to be that intimate, that’s all.” Maddie shrugged one shoulder, picking at a string on the tan comforter.

              She was so fucking clueless.

              “Why not?” Resting my head on my hand, I waited.

              “It’ll make things more…complicated?”

              “Not really.” I grabbed one of her hands and kissed the inside of her wrist. Even though she’d washed with my soap she still smelled like strawberries. “I like being with you. How’s that complicated?”

              “Holden, I like being with you too. And if things were different…”

              I pressed a finger to her lips. “I wanna know how you
feel
,” I pressed her hand to my chest. I wanted her to feel what she was doing to me. I wanted her to know that what we shared was so much more for me.

              Maddie closed her eyes. “I feel so…
alive
.” she whispered.

              “Me too,” Her eyes flew open. “Since the day I met you, I’ve felt like I could fly. My heart is lighter and when I’m with you, there’s no place else I’d rather be. Your beautiful smile and that feisty mouth have brought my dull world back to life.

              “How can you feel all those things? We
just
met,” She shot out on a hoarse whisper.

“I know. It’s fuckin’ crazy.” I stroked her cheek with my finger then pulled her bottom lip from her teeth. “I can’t tell you enough that you’re perfect, Maddie. Perfect for
me
,” I gave her a tender kiss on those sweet lips, relishing the taste.

              “I’m leaving…in like…days.”

              “I’ll take what I can get.”

              “You’re crazy.”

              “You think I don’t know that?” I scoffed, shaking my head. I knew how crazy this was. But I didn’t care how fast it happened. I just knew that it happened. I wanted her. Needed her like the blood in my veins and the breath in my lungs.

              She was
mine
.

              Turning over, she pulled my hand with her to wrap back around her waist. All of the tension left my muscles at once as I melted around her the softness of her body.

              “God, what the hell are we doin’, Holden?”

              “Sleepin’, baby.” I whispered into her ear before I closed my eyes and found the best sleep I’d had in years.

***

              We’d been lying in the bed for two hours now. My greedy cock had made an early wakeup call, and we’d been wrapped up in each other’s arms talking ever since. We were getting to know each other.

I’d learned that Maddie’s favorite color was pink and her favorite flowers were daisies. I’d also learned that the she loved to watch marathons of Law & Order and CSI. These shows had apparently sparked her interest in Law. And from the time she discovered them at fourteen, being a lawyer was all she ever thought about. With that sassy mouth of hers, I had no doubt she would be hell on wheels in a courtroom. I smiled at the thought. 

She was so easy to talk to. And when she wasn’t stressing about what was going to happen next, she relaxed and let her true personality pour out. She was incredibly smart, extremely funny, and very, very naughty.