Page 100 of Tangled in Vows

I lick her again, and she arches her back.

A sinful moan fills my ears. Fuck. I’m already addicted to the noises she makes.

And to her taste.

I lock gazes with her, and when her eyelids are about to flutter closed, I say, “Eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me devour this wet little pussy.”

“Holden, I . . . I . . .”

I repeat the motion with my tongue, smiling as it steals the air from her lungs for the second time in a row.

“What is it, Hurricane?”

I shift my focus to the smooth skin on the side, gently sucking at it. Allowing her to collect her thoughts and tell me what’s on her mind. When it comes to us, I always want to know what she’s thinking, especially during sex. I want to know every dirty fantasy she has, every like and dislike, so I know how far to push her for maximum pleasure. I want her dripping wet and begging for me and my cock.

“No one’s . . . I’ve never done this before.”

I pause, not sure I heard her correctly. “No one’s ever gone down on you?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not very experienced. I’ve had sex before but never particularly loved it.” She averts her gaze. “Sorry.”

The hairs on the back of my neck rise, and I wonder if I need to kill someone else for making her feel this way. I sit back on my haunches and gently touch her knee, wanting to make her more comfortable but unable to stay away entirely. “Don’t ever apologize for telling me the truth, okay? This is as much for you as it is for me, so I need to know what feels good and what doesn’t. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

The word comes out shaky, but I don’t blame her. Even as a guy, I understand the vulnerability of this.

“And if you want to stop, we stop. No questions asked. Do you understand?”

There’s a shimmer in her eyes that wasn’t there before. My hands drop to my sides and curl into fists.

I just fucked this up, didn’t I?

She blinks quickly several times. “I’m sorry I ruined the moment.”

“No, baby. I’m sorry. I should have asked first.” Moving up the bed, I lie beside her and pull her into my arms. Cradling the back of her head. Feeling her chest move against mine. Enjoying the feel of her naked skin everywhere it touches me, of just being able to be this close to her.

My dick twitches, and I cringe. “Sorry, ignore him. He’s still excited.”

“Is he?” Olivia whispers near my ear, her soft lips grazing my skin.

I chuckle. “I told you, you didn’t ruin anything. I’m slightly obsessed with you, and now that I’ve seen you naked, my dick will have a hard time behaving around you. I apologize.”

Her breath blows over my neck, and I hear her inhale. “You smell so good.”

“Oh yeah?” A lump forms in my throat.

She leans closer and presses her lips against the column of my throat. And then she licks me. She fucking licks me and hums while she does it.

“Hurricane.” Her name comes out as a low warning.

She hums again, but it sounds more like a question this time.

“Baby, I’m trying to be good here and give you the room and time you need. We don’t have to do anything right now. I can wait.”

“Do you want to wait?”

“Fuck no.”

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