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His lips are soft and wet, hungrily sucking on mine. I pull him closer, stretching my legs around his lower back. His hand comes down between us to cup my breast, rubbing across the top of my nipple. I want him skin on skin, flesh on flesh. The thin cotton separating us is way too much of a barrier. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years now, and it’s surpassing all of my wildest expectations.
He’s on top of me, barely pressing any weight on me, but it’s just enough that I can still feel his dick, hard and long on my pussy. The rest of him is all taut muscle, barely restrained from ravishing me. His tongue pushes through my lips, tasting the inside of me. I moan into his mouth. He responds with a hungry groan of pleasure and need. I claw at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him.
“You’re gonna hurt yourself, angel,” he breathes out, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead to mine.
Never stop calling me that. Ever.
“Worth it.” I keep tugging, pulling up to reveal the deep V-shape of his hips and the tight, rippling abs.
I gape at his body, wondering if he’d think I was weird if I traced each of his muscles with my tongue.
He stands upright suddenly, turning to face the door. The key card is sliding in. I move to sit up quickly in a panic. A spasm in my side causes me to wince.
“Ah,” I gasp in pain.
Holden turns back to me, kneeling beside the bed. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His eyes are wide with alarm. His hair is mussed from my fingers.
I shake my head, resting back against the pillow. “No. I moved too quickly.”
He sets his jaw in a hard line, his eyes clouding with guilt.
“It’s not your fault,” I whisper.
The door finally swings open.
“Damn thing is fucked,” Duke complains, kicking it shut.
I glance behind Holden to see my ex, his arms laden with shopping bags and a paper fast-food one.
“I’m not touching you again until you’re better,” Holden whispers, rising to stand.
I guess that means I get to do the touching.
30
HOLDEN
“So, what are the sleeping arrangements? Because if you two think I’m going to lie here and listen to my ex-girlfriend and my brother roll around in bed together all night, you’ve lost your damn minds.” Duke kicks his boots off before leaning back against the pillows on one of the beds—the one I didn’t make out with Rosie on.
I’m fresh from the shower, my lower half wrapped in a towel. I left my clean underwear in the duffel bag.
Rosie’s eyes graze over me, heated and hungry. She flicks them away when I catch her.
Feeling is mutual, angel.
My dick stiffens again. It’s almost to the point of being painful.
I should’ve made Duke get his own room.
Except she’s hurt and resisting her would be ten times harder if I were alone with her.
I reach down for the bag Duke threw together for him and me. Thankfully, there are two toothbrushes and some deodorant. He also tossed in some clean shirts and underwear. I grab what I need before returning to the bathroom.
“Are you saying you wanna cuddle with me, brother?” I leave the door cracked open while getting dressed and brushing my teeth.
“I’m saying you can sleep on the damn floor,” he calls.
I chuckle, opening the door with nothing but my tight boxer briefs on. If he hadn’t said that, I’d have put on a shirt. Now, I have to make him understand something.
