Page 11 of Ring in the New Year

"Holden… wait… I can't…it'll… I… wait."

He lifted his head, but he didn't let go of that spongy patch of nerves inside of her. She tried to beg for him to stop. But she couldn't form that two-lettered word. She knew that he knew what she was trying to say. The smirk on his face told her.

"What do you want to tell me, sweetheart?"

"Please… please…"

"Okay." He twisted his fingers and rubbed harder.

Angela felt the heat growing, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the heartbeat of his own desire. She cried out, her body convulsing beneath him. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut. He kissed her as her mouth formed a perfect O. He licked at herlips as he caressed her labia, like he was surfing the wave of her orgasm.

His lips twitched in satisfaction. He leaned down to capture one of her nipples between his teeth, gently nipping at it before releasing. "Now that you're warmed up…"

CHAPTER NINE

"You're showing off, aren't you?"

Holden grinned up at Angela. He had been showing off. He wanted to impress her.

No, scratch that. He wanted to please her. And, yeah, impress her too.

"You're not done, are you, Doctor?"

Angela shook her head slowly. The smile on her face was wide. Her eyes were closed. Slowly, they opened and looked right at him.

"I wouldn't leave you hanging, Mr. Tighe."

Holden's lips met Angela’s with a softness that belied the strength of his muscular frame. His hands, so often praised for their prowess in scenes that played out before unblinking lenses, now trembled slightly as they cradled her face. This was no performance; there were no directors or scripts. The only audience to this moment was the thrumming desire that filled the space between them.

Because not once since he'd turned the camera on had Angela even so much as glanced at it.

She sighed into his mouth as he kissed her. Holden found himself drowning in the depth of that kiss. He couldn't remember a hotter sexual act he'd done in the last decade.

Angela's brilliant mind had captivated him just as much as her body had. Her intelligence was as sensuous to him as the curve of her waist, the arch of her back, the way she moved beneath him—methodical yet passionate. The only calculation Holden saw in her eyes was how to increase their mutual pleasure.

He kissed her again, losing himself in the softness of her mouth. Holden realized with a jolt that shot through him like electricity that he was making love to Angela Prescott. He wasn't just having sex; he was worshiping at an altar he hadn't known he'd been seeking. It was a revelation that left his heart racing, a vulnerability that he had shielded with humor and bravado now laid bare.

He grabbed her behind her knees, tossing her legs over his shoulders. In one thrust, he slid into her. It was an easy glide with how wet and ready she was. But still, he was a big boy. She gasped at his intrusion.

Holden knew he should give her a moment to adjust, but he could not hold back. The best he could do was to hold still while he was fully seated inside her. He closed his eyes as her muscles pulsed and clenched around his length. He was going to explode, but not yet.

He moved within her, a slow burn that promised an inferno, his movements calculated to stoke the flames higher. Holden withheld his own release, a disciplined maestro conducting the crescendo, waiting for her climax to crash over them both.

He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head with his strokes. It only stoked his desire higher. His movements sped up. He rolled her higher on her back, giving him an even deeperangle than before. She was completely at his mercy. He wanted her in this position always.

Not just tonight.

Not just tomorrow morning.

He couldn't see an end to his need to be inside of this woman.

His thrusts were relentless, almost mindless. Each and every sexual experience he'd had in the last decade had been calculated, choreographed. Not this one.

He'd already driven her past the brink of pleasure. Now it was all about him. And what would please him… well, that would be to feel her orgasm around his length.

Bringing his hand to her mouth, Holden urged her to open for him. Angela did as he bade her. She suckled his fingers, making Holden want to have that pretty mouth around his cock. Next time.

With his fingers wet, he pulled his digits from her mouth. He brought them to her swollen bud. Then he showed no mercy. He motorboated her clit with his fingers, forcing another orgasm from her.

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