Page 127 of Cruel Steps

THIRTY-NINE

EMERSON

Passion flooded through me, and I melted into Holden’s embrace. He lifted me into his arms and carried me out the door. Our bodies were fused together, and I had no desire to break us apart. Arousal ignited in me, fueled by my earlier solo session for Colter. That orgasm had been nice, but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t think I could ever get enough with either of them.

Holden broke the kiss, panting as he lowered me to the bed. He searched my eyes, awe and love peering back instead of his walls. His kisses slowed, and he dropped them on my neck, taking his time to reacquaint himself with my body. When he got to Colter’s mark, he growled.

“This fucking spot has been taunting me.”

I arched into his touch, needing him to mark and brand me all over. The distance had made me desperate for him, and I didn’t want to waste a second.

“Hol,” I moaned. “Please.”

“What do you need, baby?”

“Touch me.”

“Gladly.” He laved his tongue over my pulse point, trailing his mouth down my neck until he reached my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, and my eyes rolled back at the contact. I dug my nails into his back, clinging to him for dear life. “You like that, don’t you, Wildcat?”

“Mmhmm,” I moaned. Rolling my hips, I searched for more friction. Everywhere on my body was sensitive, and I wanted every part of me to touch him. His cock was hard as granite and rubbed against me. “Yessss.”

He chuckled, but didn’t stop his mission of kissing every inch of me. Between his sucking and licking, my body was on fire. His kisses did nothing to quench the burning desire within.

“I need you. Please, Hol.”

“Not yet. I want to commit every inch of you to memory.”

I whined, but he didn’t sway from his goal. I felt wrung out and stuck, my orgasm on the brink of exploding, yet I couldn’t quite get there. I clawed, yanked, and gripped him wherever I could touch, but he stayed his course.

“Holden.” My plea came out like a whimper, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes from the edging. “Please.”

He placed one last kiss before lifting my legs over his shoulders. I wanted to thrash at him, figuring he’d take his time. I opened my mouth to shout at him when he plunged a finger into me. My shout lodged in my throat, and I gasped. Pleasure soared, and my orgasm grew nearer with each thrust of his finger.

“You’re so fucking wet, Wildcat. I love how responsive you are.” He lowered his mouth to my clit, sucking it and sending me flying. My back bowed, and my vision went hazy as everything in me came to a tipping point. My orgasm crested, and I screamed out my release, my voice ragged. Dropping back to the mattress, I panted as I caught my breath and tried to make sense as an orgasmic haze coated me.

“Hot damn, Wildcat.” Holden lifted his head, and I gaped.

“What?” I stuttered. His face glistened, and I didn’t understand how it was so wet.

“You’re a squirter, baby.”

Stunned, I stared at him as he licked his lips before wiping the rest off his face. He climbed off the bed, and I panicked.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do it again.”

Holden froze and turned slowly. His eyes narrowed, and he stalked back to me, caging me in on the bed with his body.

“Don’t you dare! It’s my mission to get you to do that every time.”

“But... you left.”

“To get a condom so I can make love to you.”

“Oh.” Thoughts returned, and I ran my fingers through his hair. Holden closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. Colter and I had been talking about stopping condoms. We’d been sleeping together for a month now, and neither of us planned to sleep with anyone else. Well, except for Holden. “We could go without,” I said hesitantly.

His aquamarine eyes became molten, his pupils so dark. I watched as his nostrils flared, and he gripped the sheets. I hoped it was because he was holding himself back and not that I’d upset him.

“You’d do that?”

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