Perfect Secret by Molly McLain

Chapter 14

HOLDEN

“Holden…” She sighs and her pretty lashes lower over hazy amber eyes.

I should have reached for a towel or, at the very least, turned away to spare her any further embarrassment.

But I couldn’t.

Not when I realized she could have just as easily turned away, too.

Her gaze drops to my fist once again, and her chest begins to rise and fall a little faster with every passing second. Even though she’s wearing a bra beneath her T-shirt, I can still see the pebbled peaks of her nipples poking through the lace.

She likes what she sees.

It’s all I can do not to take the three steps between us and pick up where we left off on Sunday night. I can see her desire for me as clearly in her eyes now as I could feel it in her body at the lake, but she needs to be the one to take us over that line. She needs to be the one to decide how we spend our next few weeks together.

I drop my chin when the ache in my balls begin to build and I can’t help but stroke harder. My hand slides up and down my shaft, circling over the crown, and squeezing at the base.

I need to come, but I don’t want to do it like this. Not unless that’s what she wants.

“Darlin’,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “I’m about to embarrass myself, so if that’s not something you want to witness, I suggest you head back into your apartment.”

Nostrils flaring, her eyes flick to mine before the tip of her tongue dips out to trace her lips. “Do I have other options?” she pants.

A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. “Sweetheart, don’t play with me.”

The slender column of her throat works as she swallows… and then she steps forward. “What if that’s what I want? To play?”

Jesus Christ. “Darlin’, I’m about thirty seconds away—”

She closes the distance between us and presses her tits to my chest, her hot breath pulsing against my throat. Her hands lift to my arms and her fingers flex into my skin as she tips her head back and her eyes lock on mine.

“Let me,” she whispers, but instead of swapping my hand for hers, she drops to her knees instead. In less time than it takes my brain to catch up and realize what she’s doing, her lips wrap around my dick.

“Alana…” My hands thread through her hair, my intent to stop her, but she only opens wider and takes me back farther. “Baby, you don’t have to do this.”

She blinks up at me and pulls back, gripping the base of my dick while she swirls her hot, wet tongue around the tip.

The look in her eyes is a mix of lust and determination and when she sucks me so deep that her eyes water, there’s nothing I can do but hold on and enjoy the ride.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna come,” I warn her, my trembling hand gentling in her hair as the telltale flare of impending release ignites in my balls.

But my pretty Montana ice princess doesn’t let up. She opens wider instead, swallowing every bit of me as I go over the edge.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter when my vision finally comes into focus again and Alana’s sexy, satisfied smile shines up at me. “Come here,” I growl, hauling her to her feet so I can kiss the hell out of her.

She laughs against my lips, not bothering to stop me when I tug her T-shirt off and push her leggings down to the floor.

“You know what you just started?” I rasp.

“Me?” Her eyes go wide as she giggles. “Pretty sure you’re the one who did that.”

Yeah, maybe I did, but she sure as hell had no problem jumping in. “Better cancel your plans for tonight.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrows lift as I spin her around and smack her ass.

“This cowboy isn’t anywhere near done with you yet.”

ALANA

Holden cranks the shower on again and has us beneath the spray in seconds.

“And here I thought you were a good girl,” he murmurs, sweeping my hair to the side as he leans in from behind and kisses my neck. “But you have a dirty side, don’t you?”

The combination of his words and his touch sets my nerves on fire and I squirm, my ass pressing back into his lap.

“How are you hard again?” I gasp, and he chuckles against my ear.

“All you, babe. You’ve been driving me crazy since the second you opened your door and shot those ice daggers at me.”

My laugh morphs into a moan as his hand glides from my waist to one of my breasts.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, his fingers gently tweaking my aching nipple. “So full of fire and so fucking beautiful.”

My head falls back against his shoulder as he continues to play, his tender, but intentional ministrations tightening the cord of desire running between my breasts and clit.

“Holden…” I groan, already so desperate for him to take this further. To touch me like I know we both want him to.

“You like that?” he asks softly, his free hand lifting to my other breast as stars light up behind my eyes. I whimper and he begins to tug and tweak in tandem until my knees shake. “Shit, you’re sensitive. Turn around for me.”

In a dazed cloud of lust, I do as he says and am rewarded with the dip of his head and the heat of his tongue replacing his fingers.

“Oh god!” I cry and grip his hair. Is it possible to come from nipple play alone? Because if he keeps this up…

“So pretty,” he praises, his lips teasing against one bud and then the other, licking and sucking until my pussy pulses with greedy need.

“Touch me,” I beg, and his hand is between my thighs in an instant.

“I want to taste you, darlin’. Want your sweetness on my tongue.” His fingers slide between my folds and my entire body hums. I want that, too, but I’ve never… Rather, no one’s ever…

He lowers to a squat in front of me, the hot spray of the shower raining down around us, and I think I might die from the sight of him before me, parting me with his thumbs.

“Fucking hell,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening as he takes me in. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

A heated blush seeps into my cheeks and I close my eyes.

“Not a chance, darlin’. Open those pretty eyes for me. Watch as I make you come.”

Oh. My. God.

He lifts one of my legs and places it over his shoulder before he’s. Right. There. His tongue, his lips, his nose. Licking, sucking, nudging while my ears begin to ring.

And then he pushes a finger inside. Then two. Pumping in and out while he devours me.

“Holden, oh god…” I’ve never felt like this before. Never felt so many sensations at once. Never felt so utterly worshiped by a man.

I open my mouth to tell him, but my orgasm comes out of nowhere and I cry out instead, my fingers gripping his hair. “Oh my god, oh shit, Holdennnn!”

He holds me close, placing soft, languid kisses on my thighs, until the last wave of my release ebbs away and the buzz in my ears fades.

“You okay?” He stands and pulls me into his chest with his arms around my shoulders.

All I can do is nod, press my cheek to his chest, and close my eyes.

It may have been a while since a man has touched me, but I am absolutely certain it never felt like that.

“Let’s wash up quick and talk some more.”

“Talk?” I ask, my voice hoarse. He’s still hard against my stomach and I’d really like to know if he’s as talented with that appendage as he is with his fingers and tongue.

He chuckles into my hair. “For starters.”

Thank god.

HOLDEN

Alana tucks her hands between her cheek and a pillow and watches as I discard the towel and slide into the bed beside her.

“So…” A small smile plays on her lips as I pull her naked body against mine. “Things have taken an interesting turn, haven’t they?”

I smooth a damp lock of hair back behind her ear. “I can’t say I’m surprised. You?”

“I think I knew. I mean, obviously I fought it at first, but I knew.”

“I was just that tempting, huh?”

She laughs and shoves at my chest. “You are so full of yourself, Colorado.”

“Mmm…” I lean in and bury my face in the curve between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her vanilla sugar scent. “I’m hoping you’ll be full of me soon, too.”

“Holden Daniel,” she groans. “I thought you wanted to talk.”

“We are talking, gorgeous.”

“No—you’re seducing me.”

“‘Seducing’ as opposed to ‘trying to seduce’ implies it’s working, babe.” I nip at her earlobe and am rewarded with the sweetest shudder. “See that? Your body is definitely more interested in something other than talking.”

“Unghh.” She falls onto her back in defeat and I quickly roll over, covering her bare skin with my own.

“You are such a contradiction.” I dip for a kiss, but she turns her head.

“What do you mean?”

Nudging one knee between her legs, she opens without hesitation and I grin. “That right there. You fight me one minute, but give in the next. I fucking love it.”

“Are you saying I’m weak?” She narrows her eyes, but there’s no spite in them. Just desire I’m more than happy to oblige.

“Weak for me maybe.”

She rolls her eyes and I chuckle.

“You keep proving my point, darlin’. And for the record, there’s nothing wrong with being weak for your man. As long as he’s the only one you’re weak for.”

“My man?” Her lips twist into a smirk, but her breathy voice gives her away. And this time when I lower for a kiss, she doesn’t stop me.

In a matter of minutes, the exchange becomes fervid. All tongue and roaming hands and her soft, pliant body moving beneath mine.

“Holden,” she rasps my name again, which is easily becoming my favorite sound. “I want you.”

“Yeah?” My lips move to her jaw and her neck, then her collarbone and below, until they close around one perfect, pink nipple.

“Ohh…” Her low groan, followed by the scrape of her fingernails down my back as she arches hers, is pure octane for my already throbbing dick.

Twisting my hips, I wedge even deeper between her thighs until her slick, wet heat welcomes me.

“You want me like this?” I rasp, rocking against her in a slow, torturous rhythm that coats my dick with her wetness without slipping inside.

“More,” she pleads, her body bucking beneath mine. “There are condoms in the nightstand. Please.”

My fucking pleasure.

I lean over and fumble through the drawer until I find a strip of foil packets and quickly take care of business.

“You sure, beautiful?” I whisper, notching back into place with my elbows on either side of her head. “Look at me and tell me.”

Her whiskey eyes flutter open and the desire she shares with me is unlike anything I’ve seen before. I want to slam in and claim her. Wrap myself up in her and never leave. But I need to hear her say it first.

“I feel like I’ve waited my entire life for this,” she whispers, and while the depth of her confession should give me pause, it only fuels me. I have no idea what will happen with us when it’s time for me to go, but right now, I don’t care. “I’m sure, Holden. Please.”

It’s all I need.

I slick my cock through her folds and push inside, inch by glorious inch, as she watches me fill her until there’s nothing between us.

“Oh god,” she murmurs, flicking her gaze from mine to our joined bodies and back again. “Look at us, Holden.”

Yeah. I see it too. Utter friggin’ perfection that would have never happened if it hadn’t been for my fucked-up life.

I don’t want to move, because I don’t want this to be over. But I also want to fuck myself so far into her, mind, body, and soul, that she never forgets me.

So I move. And I do my damnedest to make her feel as much of me as she can, as deep inside of her as is humanly possible, because I want her to know that in a matter of a week, she’s made her way inside of me, too.

I never wanted to come to Montana, but I already know that when my time is up, I’m not going to want to leave, either.