Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I couldn’t do anything other than rest my weight on my hands and hold myself upright to watch him, and every breath was harder than the last as he inched closer and closer.
His jaw ticked as he slid one hand up to hook around my hip, and the other teased the creases of my thighs. I squirmed, twisting my hips to try to get his hand where I really wanted him to touch, and with a smirk, he obliged.
Holden’s fingers dipped between my legs, and he ran his hot palm against my sensitive bundle of nerves before sliding a finger along where I was wet and aching. He toyed with my entrance, just the tip of his finger pressing in before he slicked back up and I mewled at the loss.
“You feel so fucking good,” he breathed, chest heaving. His eyes darted up to mine. “Let’s see how you taste.”
Something between a gasp and a moan ripped from my throat as his hands hooked at the top of my thighs, yanking me to the edge of the pool until my ass hung off it. He gave me a wicked grin before burying his face between my legs, and I felt the first lash of his tongue like a bolt of lightning straight to my core.
“Oh, fuuu—”
I held onto the tile as best I could, fingertips steepling a grip as stars invaded my vision. I leaned to one side, balancing my weight so I could use my free hand to rake through Holden’s hair and shove it out of the way.
I wanted to see where he licked me, where he sucked me, to watch his dark green eyes as he swirled his tongue around my clit.
Pleasure sparked from the touch, and I relapsed back, arching my spine and letting my head fall lax so I could soak up every ounce of that feeling. My heart raced so fast I thought I’d pass out, blood boiling under my skin with my climax building more and more with each lick.
It was sinful, how expertly his tongue lashed against my clit before he’d run it flat and hot over the length of me. And just when I thought I’d combust, he focused on that bud of me, pinning me with one hand as the other slid under his chin.
Two fingers stretched me open as I muffled a cry.
“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, looking back down at him with hooded eyes. He kept his gaze on me as he worked, circling his tongue and curling those fingers inside me. He pumped them in, once, twice, and then held them there, wiggling them at the top like he was coaxing my orgasm from the very depth of my being.
My legs quaked on either side of him, the reflex too strong to overpower. And just as my climax began to roil through me, just as the fire began to catch…
The door opened.
“Shit,” Holden murmured, and in a feat of speed I didn’t know existed, he yanked me down into the water.
I almost cried at the loss of my release, but Holden held a fingertip to his lips to shush me, his eyes watching the older gentleman who’d just walked in. The man looked to be in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair and a black, furry chest. The man hummed to himself as he strode over to a chair and slung his towel over the edge of it. It was then that I saw the earbuds in his ears, and Holden released a breath.
Slowly, he dipped under the water. I wasn’t sure what for until he emerged and pressed my thong into my hands under the surface.
Wordlessly, I slipped them back on, all while Holden watched our new visitor. My pulse rang in my ears.
When the man stepped onto the first stair leading into the water, he finally looked up, and he seemed surprised to find us there. He lifted a hand in a friendly greeting, smiling like he was proud of us for being in the 5 AM club, and Holden nodded back.
We waited until he dove in and began to swim, and then Holden hoisted me up before lifting himself. He grabbed my hand, tugging me to my feet.
And then we were running as we tried not to laugh.
I scooped my towel and oversized t-shirt off one chair as he grabbed his shirt and towel off another, and then with our wet feet padding along the tile, we ran toward the hallway that led to the hotel lobby.
But Holden slid to a stop at the sight of a couple of his teammates talking to the person at the front desk.
“Why the hell are so many people awake?” I hissed on a laugh.
Holden cursed, but he seemed to love the sight of me smiling, because he leaned toward me like he wanted to kiss me so bad he couldn’t resist. Somehow, he did, tugging me the opposite way before his teammates saw us. He ran straight for the door that led outside, the first bit of dawn turning the sky a dark purple as we slung out into the cold.