Page 111 of When We Were Young

“Jesus,” he says. His eyes are the size of silver dollars as I stand before him in my bra and pants. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He uses his fingertips to trace the skin where one of my breasts meets the lace of my bra. I shiver at his touch.

He wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me closer, then uses his other hand to pull his T-shirt over his head and toss it aside.

When my bare skin touches his, every nerve ending in my body stands at full attention.

He lowers his mouth to mine, and we get lost in another kiss. I grow desperate to have him closer, and from the way he’s kissing me, caressing me, I suspect it’s the same for him.

Without breaking the kiss, he cups one of my breasts, then slips my bra down on that side, freeing me. He moves his kisses to my neck, slow and torturous, while his hand holds my breast, stroking the pad of his thumb achingly slow across my nipple.

His mouth is at my collarbone now, and I nearly melt into a puddle when he runs his tongue along it.

“Take it off,” he growls. I know exactly what he means and, before he can change his mind, I reach behind me and unhook my bra. The straps fall off my shoulders, and I move my arms to let the black lace drop to the floor.

He breathes out my name and stares at my breasts. I feel no shame, no shyness. Just a sense that this was always meant to be.

I grip the waistband of his jeans and tug him toward the bed. When the back of my legs hit the mattress, I slip my pants off so that all I’m wearing are the pretty underpants that match my bra.

Before I have time to climb onto the bed, he kneels before me with his hands on my hips, holding me in place. His breath comes fast as he trails kisses along my belly, then higher, until he draws one of my nipples into his mouth, and I can’t help but moan.

He trails the back of his hand along my panty line, barely touching me, teasing me, and it’s driving me wild. He’s just inches from where I desperately want him to be.

“I want more. I want all of you,” I tell him.

I wrap my thumbs around the sides of my panties and try to slip them down, but he stops me.

“Not yet. You’ve got to be patient. Trust me,” he whispers the words as he alternates kisses between my breasts.

He spends several minutes with his hands and mouth exploring nearly every part of my body. When I’m sure I can’t take it anymore, he finally plants a kiss over my panties.

I whimper, and he growls when he hears it.

He slides my panties down my legs and helps me slip them off. Then his mouth is on me, kissing me between my legs. His fingers touch me as his tongue immediately finds my clit, and the sounds I make embarrass me.

“Sorry,” I say.

“Don’t you ever apologize for that. It’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Be as loud as you want. I want to hear all your sounds. I want to memorize them.”

When he moves his tongue downward until he’s near my entrance, he growls.

“I’ve been waiting to taste you for over a decade. You’re even sweeter than I imagined.”

He fingers me, and I writhe on his hand and face.

“God, you’re so tight.”

“It’s been a long time…”

I swear I feel him smile against me. Holden’s sweet, but there’s also a confidence in him that falls just shy of cocky. And it totally gets me even hotter.

“Lay down, baby.”

I listen, which I think surprises us both. He pulls my body toward him until my pussy is right in front of his face.

“Put your feet on my shoulders.”

I hesitate. I’ll be on full display for him.