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)
She won’t look at me. “I just mean that you shouldn’t make any big decisions right now. Wait until you’re playing again because you might feel differently.”
“But—” I start, and she shakes her head, pressing her hands to my chest.
“Holden,” she says, her voice low and seductive.
I let her name roll off my tongue as I press my hands to her lower back and hold her to me. I’m sure she can feel my hard manhood pressed against her. “Cat.”
She traces her finger in circles on my chest. “Are you going to take me to bed or what?”
I take a deep breath and walk with her to the front porch. We’re both silent as I unlock the front door, turn off the alarm, and reset it.
Hand in hand, we walk to the living room, and I sit down, pulling her onto my lap. She has one arm looped around my neck and the other hand is on my chest. “What are we doing here, Holden?”
She’s searching my eyes, wondering why I brought her to the couch instead of the bedroom, and I want to explain it to her, but I don’t think she’s ready to hear it. She’s convinced this is a fling, and that’s not what I want. When I don’t answer her fast enough, she grips my shoulders. “If you’ve changed your mind, Holden, you just have to tell me.”
“Fuck.” I grunt. “I didn’t change my mind. I just thought we should talk about things first. If I take you into that bedroom, we won’t be doing any talking.”
She stands up and holds her hand out to me. “That’s good because I’m done talking.”
I stand up, but I just haul her against me. “There’s a few things we need to discuss before I make you mine.”
Her eyes are wide, and her breath comes out in pants. “Okay. Talk.”
I smirk and pull her until our bodies are flush against each other. She fits perfectly in my arms, and I want to talk to her about forever and how I see our relationship going, but she’s not ready for that talk just yet. So I tell her the one thing that I need her to agree to. “As long as we’re doing this, there will be no other men… no Jeremy… no one.”
She lets out a little huff. “I told you I’m not seeing him anymore.”
I run my hand up her shoulder and to the back of her neck. I apply a little pressure, and she moans as she blinks her big eyes at me. “I don’t share, Cat.”
She looks at me stubbornly. “What about you?”
Confused, I ask her, “What about me?”
She grunts. “Right, so you want me to only be sleeping with you… no one else?”
I grit my teeth together because I don’t even want to think about her with someone else. “That’s right.”
“And what? You can just sleep with whoever?”
She’s jealous. That’s the first thought that hits me, and the second is the fact that I haven’t looked or even thought of another woman since I first laid eyes on Cat. “No, the only person I’ll be making love to is you.”
Her mouth drops. “Oh.”
I bring my hand up to the side of her face and caress her cheek as I push her hair off her face. “Is that okay with you?”
She bites her lip and nods her head. “Yeah, yeah, that’s okay with me.”
As soon as she agrees, I’m on her. I can’t hold back from kissing her another moment. Sitting next to her at the game all night, sneaking looks and touches has driven me crazy, and now that she’s agreed she’s mine, albeit temporarily, there’s nothing stopping me.
I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it up, parting our lips just so I can get her shirt off.
She reaches for mine and does the same. “My bed,” I mumble against her lips.
She pulls away, panting. “Your bed.”
I pull her through the house and don’t stop until I have her standing next to my bed. I’ve thought about this moment for what feels like forever, and now that it’s here, I don’t want to fuck it up.
22
CATHERINE
I can do this. I can have sex and it not mean anything.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself as Holden continues to undress me. I’m holding my breath because even though he’s seen my jiggly parts, I’m still unnerved by the fact I’m about to be fully naked in front of him. He kisses down my neck and across my shoulder, and when he palms my breast, my back arches, pushing me fuller into his hand.
I bite my lip to keep from groaning. This feels so damn good, and already I can feel the pull of arousal in my lower belly.
He reaches behind me, unsnapping my bra with a trained hand. Don’t say it, don’t say it. But I don’t listen. “You’re pretty good at that.”