Page 97 of Tangled in Vows

He doesn’t stop at his shirt, his hands landing on his belt to undo it. His zipper is next, and then his pants land in the same laundry basket as the other clothes.

My gaze drops to his tight boxers, and I don’t even pretend not to look. Not only is the outline of his dick huge, but I’m pretty sure there’s something attached to it.

Does he have a piercing?

My mouth falls open. “Wow.”

Yup, I just said that out loud.

Holden chuckles and gets down on one knee in front of me.

What the hell?

“Your turn, Hurricane.”

He grabs both sides of my leggings, his gaze finding mine in a silent request. I nod, and Holden drags them down, my socks alongside them. That leaves me in nothing but my panties and tank top.

As if he can’t help himself, he leans closer and presses his face against the small piece of fabric covering my pelvis.

Oh my God.

I suck in a breath, the slight contact setting fire to my libido.

“Holden, please.” My voice sounds whiny, but I don’t care. I need him to do something about this inferno inside my body.

Instead of taking care of that immediately as my body demands, he gets up and wraps a towel around his lower half before wrapping one around my body.

No, this better not be it. I’m tired of waiting, and after he demolished all those walls between us, I want this connection with him. Ineedit.

“Hold on to the towel. We don’t want to flash one of my men by accident. What’s underneath it is for my eyes only.” He almost growls the last part and picks me up bridal style.

Surprised, I squeal. “Put me down, I’m heavy.”

He scoffs, “Please, you’re a lightweight.”

I wiggle, but he only tightens his hold on me.

“But I’d appreciate a little help with the door, please.”

He shifts me around so I can reach the doorknob and maneuvers us through the tight space. Then it’s across the entrance area, up the stairs, and down the long hallway straight into Holden’s bedroom. He doesn’t stop until we’re in the large bathroom, where he sets me down on one of the soft rugs.

I stare at him and the fact he’s not even winded.

My eyes never stray from him, tracking everything. Every second of him stepping into the large walk-in shower, turning on the spray, checking the temperature, and returning to my side. I check him out the entire time. The way his muscles shift. How his tattoos move on his skin with every minuscule motion. Then there’s that towel-covered ass. Holy crap. It’s so round, so perfect, I want to bite it.

“The water is ready.”

His deep voice is closer than I thought, and my gaze snaps up to his.

The heat is still brewing in those light-brown irises, but now it’s accompanied by a frown. “I want nothing more than to taste every inch of your body right now, but we need to warm you up first. Those lips need their pretty pink shade back.”

I lift a hand to my lips, noticing how much my fingers shake. Now that he’s said it, a whole-body shiver takes over.

He tilts his head to the side, his gaze scanning the bathroom. “Or would you prefer a bath? I should have thought about that sooner. Maybe that would be better.”

Without waiting for an answer, he stomps to the oversized tub, but I stop him by the arm when he passes me.

“A shower is fine, promise. We weren’t outside that long.”

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