Page 35 of Cakewalk

When she finally inched back from the kiss, Holden couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin from taking over his face. The look of sheer ecstasy that washed over Gigi was more than enough for him to know that he’d succeeded. Except it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted her, all of her. His cock twitched again, but he ignored it—Gigi was still his first priority.

Giving her a moment to catch her breath, he led her over to the bed and sat down on the edge. He tugged her in between his spread legs and kissed her again. This time it was soft and sweet, again trying to communicate to her that she was safe, and this was about her feeling good, not some obligation.

She was silent for a moment, tracing her fingers along the lines of the star tattoo on his left shoulder. There were so many things he wanted to say to her. His heart was bursting full of emotion, and his own desire still rushed through him like a bull. But he calmly waited for her lead, softly running his hands up and down along her glorious hips.

“Holden,” she said, finally breaking the silence.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he answered. With him sitting, he was only a few inches shorter than she was, so he had to look up to meet her eyes, unsure of what they were telling him.

“I’m…I’m not very good at this,” she replied, quickly looking down at her feet.

Slipping a finger underneath her chin, he lifted it up until their gazes met. He could see the apprehension in her eyes, and his heart tugged. He hated that she felt this way about herself, especially after the powerful moment they’d just experienced. He was now on a mission to prove to her that she was wrong.

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that,” he told her softly. Grabbing her hand again, he placed it on his barely concealed erection. She gasped again when she felt how hard he was, looking at him with wide eyes. “From where I’m sitting, you’re doing everything perfectly.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Really.”

“Then why are you still wearing that towel?”

* * *

Gigi

Gigi was just as surprised as Holden when the question sprang from her lips. She had no idea where she had found the courage to say such a thing, but no part of her regretted it. Maybe it was the earth-shattering orgasm she had just experienced at his hand, or maybe it was the desire she felt—a desire she'd never felt for anyone ever before—but she was feeling like a whole new woman.

“Consider it gone,” Holden said, winking at her. In a flash, he stood up, tugging the towel as he went. It fell to the floor, but Gigi couldn’t be bothered to watch. She was too taken with the view in front of her. A naked Holden St. James was easily the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. The hip V that she’d been admiring earlier as it disappeared into the towel led her down to the most beautiful dick she’d ever laid eyes on. No wonder it was called a happy trail.

Prior to this moment, she wasn’t sure she’d ever say that a penis was pretty, but with Holden standing there like this, in all his glory, it was the only word she could think of. It was long and thick, and she suddenly had the urge to take it in her hand. Reaching out to do so, she hesitated slightly. What if she did this wrong? Holden had just fingered her into oblivion, without so much as a second thought. What if she hurt him?

As if he knew what she was thinking, he took her hands and placed them on his cock. Holden slowly moved her hands up and down his length before letting go and wrapping his arms around her, drawing her in for another soul-searing kiss. Everything about this man drove her crazy.

“Umm, Gigi, that feels so fucking good,” Holden moaned. “There’s just one small problem.”

“What?” she asked, quickly letting go of him.

“Not that, sweetheart,” he said, placing her hand back on his dick. “It’s that I’m naked and you’re still fully dressed. I think we need to fix that.” A wicked glint in his eyes sparkled, as a sly grin moved across his face.

“You…you want to see me naked?” she asked, surprised.

“More than anything,” he answered. “Unless you don’t want to.”

“No, I do. I’m just surprised…” she started, stopping herself before she said something stupid. She didn’t want to sound ridiculous in this moment but was afraid it was too late. So much for the confidence she was feeling a moment ago.

“Don’t be. I think you’re gorgeous,” he told her, moving in closer and grabbing the hem of her shirt.

Gigi raised her arms, letting him pull her shirt up over her head. Licking her lips, more out of nervousness than trying to be sexy, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts fall from the cups. Holden’s eyes grew wide like a small child who’d just come downstairs on Christmas morning to see that Santa had arrived. Taking a breast in each hand, he gave them a squeeze, sending a jolt through her. When his thumbs found her nipples a moment later, just as they had earlier, she couldn’t help but moan. She could feel them pebble underneath his touch, and more than anything she wanted to feel his mouth on them. Arching her back, she sighed, letting herself get lost in the sensation.

Holden removed his hands from her chest, replacing them with his mouth as his hands found the waistband of her yoga pants. Gigi shivered and pressed herself into him more, not sure if it was the feel of his tongue circling her nipple or the excitement of him lowering her pants that was getting her so worked up. Either way, she didn’t want any of it to end. When he’d lowered the pants to her ankles, she stepped out of them and away from Holden, putting herself on display. For a moment she felt exposed and vulnerable, but that feeling vanished as soon as she saw Holden watching her. He was licking his lips, looking like he wanted to devour her. It sent a new wave of nerves through her, one that was a mix of insecurity and excitement.

“You are stunning, Gigi,” Holden whispered as he stepped into her and picked her up, like a new bride being carried over the threshold.

He walked her the few steps to the bed and laid her down gently before joining her. He kissed and caressed her, his hands everywhere at once. Every place he touched her lit up like he was branding her with his fingers. She ran her hands up and down his hard chest and stroked his dick, hoping that he craved her touch as much as she did his. Everything about this moment was perfect.

“I don't have any condoms,” Holden said between kisses. Gigi could hear the disappointment in his voice, like he couldn’t believe he let them get this far without thinking about that detail. She smiled to herself, loving that was where his mind went in this moment. As crazy as it would sound to anyone else, it was romantic to her that he put her and her safety first. That he wasn’t going to do anything that made her feel uncomfortable. It was just one more thing about Holden that made her melt.

“I still have that IUD,” she said, not wanting to bring that ugliness into this beautiful moment. “I didn’t want to risk anything.”