Page 46 of Charmed and Alarmed

I reach out, lacing my fingers through his as warmth fills my chest. “Okay,” I hear myself agree, my bottom lip trembling. “Let’s move in together.”

He’s on me in an instant. I barely have time to gasp before Holden has crowded me back onto the couch, kissing me deeply. It’s hot and sweet and passionate, and probably the best kiss I’ve ever had.

“I love you,” I gasp as we break apart, Holden ducking down to seal his mouth over my breast, sucking my nipple through the cotton of my tank top.

He makes a low noise of approval. “I love you too, Len. Jesus, so fucking much, you have no idea.”

Yeah, I kind of think I might.

I, better than anyone, can appreciate the gratitude and adoration that comes when you manage to find someone who fills all the dark corners of your life with light.

I, better than anyone, can feel this thing that exists between us, and even if I haven’t fucked my way around the world like he has, I don’t need to be with anyone else to know that this is special—thatthis is it.

We haven’t had sex since I got home from the hospital, and the last few days especially, I’ve missed it. I need him. “Baby”—I choke out a laugh—“I really need you to fuck me.”

Holden’s chest shakes with laughter. “What do you think I’m trying to do, Lenora?”

I sigh happily as he maneuvers me back into the cushions, his hands dragging my sweatpants and panties over my thighs and tossing them off the end of the couch. My leg is still wrapped in an elaborate brace, but, exactly like the first time we were together, Holden pauses to kiss the skin just beside it before carefully helping me drape it over the back of the couch.

“Shirt off,” I demand, because this is the hottest man in the entire world, and I want the full experience.

Holden smirks but does as I ask without hesitation, tossing his T-shirt over the side of the couch. When he does, my eyes catch on a tattoo that certainly wasn’t there before, a curving line of black ink directly over his heart, still red around the edges.

Lenora.

“Oh my god.” My voice breaks as I reach out to touch it, stopping myself just in time. “Holden. Holy—When did you do that?”

He lowers himself over me, and both of us hiss as my tightened nipples brush his chest. “I left work early yesterday,” he tells me quietly, his lips skimming over my collarbone.

My eyes burn, even as a hysterical little giggle escapes my lips. “Tattoos are permanent, you know?”

“Yeah,” he grunts, busy attacking my breasts with hot, open-mouthed kisses. “So are you.”

My heart feels like it’s going to explode as I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling until he gets the hint and leans forward to kiss me deeply, his tongue brushing mine. Between us, his cock is weeping, leaving trails of precum over my lower belly.

“I’ve been dreaming of this pussy, princess.”

There’s something about him calling me that when we’re naked that issogood. Just the sound of the word in his raspy, rough voice has the muscles low in my abdomen coiling with heat. “You’d better fuck it, then.”

Obviously out of patience with not being inside me, Holden reaches between us to grip himself, and we both groan as he slides home, until the piercing at his base is pressed right against my clit.

God, I missed this so much.

He’s being gentle with me, and while I want to be annoyed at the lack of manhandling, the truth is, slow, passionate sex with this man is probably even hotter than the feral, rough fucking we typically favor.

“I love you so goddamn much, Len,” he grunts, pulsing in and out of me, the pierced head of his cock brushing my G-spot with each thrust.

I sob, arching off the couch as my orgasm begins to build, hot and urgent, deep inside me. “Baby,oh fuck.”

“I’m too big for this tight little cunt, but you take me anyway, don’t you? Such a good girl, letting me stuff it full.”

Oh, the dirty talk is definitely helping speed this along, but when Holden shoves a hand between us, working my clit in firm circles with two of his fingers as his piercing grinds against it from below, I know it’s all over. Sure enough, I come with a hoarse cry, my entire body shaking as he continues to fuck me in slow, deliberate thrusts.

“Jesus, you get so tight when you come,” he grits out, his warm breath ghosting over my neck in ragged pants, getting closer to finishing himself. “I’m so obsessed with your pussy, Len. You have no fucking idea.”

My answering laugh is choked. “Idohave a fucking idea.” Threading my fingers through his hair, I guide his face down to brush my lips along the sharp line of his jaw. “I love your cock, baby. You make me feel so good with it.”

Holden is clearly struggling to make this last, but as I reach down to grip his ass, trying to pull him deeper, I know this is almost over. “I love the way you make me ache, and the way your cum drips out of me?—”

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