Page 31 of Tame the Player

The look in his eyes is a challenge if I’ve ever seen one. “Take your shirt—and your bra—off.”

“Holden, I don’t think—”

He cuts me off. “That’s exactly right. I don’twant you to think. Do it, Cat. Take your shirt off. I dare you.”

Now I’m usually level-headed and don’t succumb to dares and games, but right now, I don’t want to resist him. I don’t want to be level-headed and responsible. I roll to my back and pull my shirt up over my head and drop it to the floor. My eyes meet Holden’s, and his brown eyes are practically black as he stares back at me.

I give him a smirk and roll back to my stomach, unclasp my bra, take it off, and drop it on top of my shirt, the whole time concealing my breasts from him. He groans and swats me on the ass. “Fine, but it’s not like I won’t be seeing them later.”

Instantly, my lower belly pulls and anticipation builds as I think about what may happen later.

He warms the massage lotion in his hands, and as soon as he touches me, my whole body is tense. He rubs up and down my back in long, firm strokes. “That feels amazing,” I moan.

We’re both quiet as he glides his hands across me. I’m doing my best to just lie here when what I want to do is roll over and pull him on top of me. I groan and clench my eyes closed, trying to get myself under control.

“You okay?”

I’m tight-lipped and mutter, “Yeah, it’s just hard lying here with your hands on me.”

He grunts. “Now you know how I feel.”

I open my eyes and stare at the floor. “What do you mean?”

His hands pause for a minute and then pick up again. “Do you have any idea how hard it has been for me to have your hands on me knowing I can’t do anything about it? You drive me crazy, Cat.”

“I didn’t know… I just thought…”

I let my voice trail off because I don’t want to admit to him that I thought I was the only one affected by it. I thought when he talked about it the one time, it was just a natural reaction to stimuli… not that it was because he wanted me. I’ve done my best to keep things professional even though I’ve been going crazy on the inside. But this whole time, I thought it was one-sided.

His hands feel so good on me, and when I'm pretty sure my body is going to burst into flames, he gruffly says, “Roll over, Cat.”

I lift my head with a jerk. “But…”

“I want to see you.”

I suck in a breath and roll over to my back. My plan is to avoid his gaze, but when he groans, myeyes fly to his. “Damn, Cat. You’re fucking breathtaking.”

His hand comes up, and he grazes the back of his hand along the side of my full breast. My nipples pucker, and I hold my breath and bite my lip to hold back my whimper.

Holden’s breath quickens. “I need to touch you.”

I give one simple nod, and he palms my breast, kneading my full flesh in his hands. It’s like a shock to my system, and my back arches off the table, pressing myself fully into his hands.

He groans, hovering over me. “Kiss me,” he demands.

I jut my chin at him with a challenge. “You kiss me.”

He wastes no time in pressing his lips to mine. He groans against my lips. “Let me in, Cat.”

As soon as my lips part, he takes full advantage. His tongue slides along mine, and I moan at the contact. It’s like I can feel him everywhere as he ravages my mouth and rolls my nipple between his fingers. My hands come up, and I wrap them around his neck, holding him to me. Now that he’s started, I don’t want him to stop. When he pulls away, he doesn’t go far. He kisses along my neckand collarbone, and when he suckles my nipple into his mouth, I throw my head back in ecstasy. “Yes.”

He palms one breast while suckling the other, and I rub my legs together to create the friction that I need. “Holden… please,” I beg of him.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you,” I tell him as I lift my hips up, needing to feel his touch at my core. His hands slide down my waist and across my belly, and he palms my pussy. My hips jerk, and I lift up, pressing into his touch.

He lifts his head to look into my eyes. “You’re wet, aren’t you, baby?”

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