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I wince, watching his melted flesh spread away from the iron. Cash finally releases it. Holden collapses back again, spitting out the leather and letting out a loud sigh that’s almost a roar.
“Fuck, that hurt.” He chuckles, gripping my fingers tighter and once again kissing them. His lips are wet, sweat dripping down over him and making his glorious body glisten in the light.
“So, you just … branded yourself with her initials? With your last name?” Dolly asks incredulously, stepping closer to inspect the double R on his chest.
Holden licks his lips, black-brown eyes meeting mine. “Yep.”
“You’re unhinged,” I whisper.
“I am that, but I’m also just very much in love with you.”
“Stop saying that!”
He tilts his head, smirking. “Why?”
“It’s freaking me out.” I shake my hands out, trying to bring feeling back into my fingertips.
I have no idea how to even process what he’s done, branding himself with my initials, the ones he apparently wants me to have.
He laughs, rising up to stand. Shirtless Holden with fitted Wranglers, a black cowboy hat, and a gorgeous smile on his face I’ve rarely ever even seen is nearly enough to knock me over.
He places his hand on the wall of the barn behind me, leaning in close to me, intense gaze on my face. “Listen here, Rosie Dixon. I’m the type of man who doesn’t make big decisions lightly. You burned yourself into my heart long before I did this. I just had it done to the outside now too. You’re it for me.”
I exhale, shaking my head as a smile finally starts to spread over my lips and butterflies flutter in my stomach. “I just … I don’t even know how to process this. You’re a maniac. A big, fucking sexy maniac.”
I reach my fingers up to his chest, careful not to touch the burned flesh, which has already stopped bleeding. I trace around the pink letters, the permanent mark of me on his body.
My chest pounds, swelling with the realization that I’m hopelessly in love with him too and that I have been for longer than I care to admit to myself.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him as he dips his head to mine. Our lips meet in a chaste, slow kiss.
“I’m your maniac. No force on this earth will ever change that. They’d have to drag me out in cuffs to keep me away from you.”
“Does this mean you want me to move in? Be your girlfriend?” I bite my lip, looking up at him.
He winks. “Yeah, we can start with girlfriend. Then I’m taking you out to dinner.”
I laugh, shaking my head as happy tears roll down my cheeks. “Okay, cowboy. I guess I’ll be your girlfriend.”
I want to say those three little words back to him since they’ve been on the tip of my tongue all day, but I’m still terrified by the magnitude of what I feel. I look around the barn to see that we’re alone. Everyone must have left while we were in our little love bubble. They even shut the barn doors.
He starts nuzzling my neck, pulling down the sleeve of my bodysuit. I shut my eyes, feeling the sparks of seduction shooting through the surface of my skin everywhere he touches me.
He suddenly dips his head down, arms sliding under the back of my legs and my back in a cupping motion before he sweeps me off of my feet. I yelp in surprise, going airborne. He carries me back over to the spot in the hay where they branded him, the same spot where I walked in on him getting head from another girl almost four years ago.
He sets me down on top of his discarded shirt. His fingers casually start unbuttoning my jeans, and I lift my hips to let him pull them down. He tugs off my booties, kissing the top of my feet. He drags his fingers over my exposed skin, tracing back up to my hips. The air is cold, but he heats me up with every flick of his gaze over me.
My bodysuit is buttoned up between my thighs.
“I like this.” He kisses the mound of my sensitive clit through the fabric.
I groan at the slight pressure, wetness pooling there.
“I like you,” I pant.
“Mmm.” His lips vibrate on me, the sensitivity growing.
He scrapes over the top of me with his teeth before reaching the snap buttons. He unbuttons them with his teeth and fingers, shoving the fabric up. I don’t wear underwear with bodysuits, and he seems to approve of that choice.
