Page 209 of Keep This Promise
Today has taken me to a dark place, and Sophie is the light. Before she came in, I was lost in anger and self-loathing for where we were. I missed every sign with Eden. I could’ve lost her just like I lost Kira, and it would have been my fault. I just keep going back to the moment I walked into Kira’s room and found her unmoving. No matter how much I shook her, she wouldn’t wake. Fear like I’d never known took hold of me, and I was alone. Those thoughts, the smells, sounds of sirens, the faces of my three best friends who ran to my house when they saw the lights . . . all of it was there. All of it haunting me.
Then she was here, offering solace just by being near, and I will selfishly take all she gives.
I move my lips back to hers, and she moans into my mouth. Her hands are against my chest, sliding down to my belt. I feel her tug on the buckle, pulling it apart.
Using the space between us, my hands go to her breasts, letting the perfect weight rest in my grasp. Our mouths break apart just long enough for me to pull her top off and toss it aside. Then I unclasp her bra, and the sight of her is almost too much.
I’m so hard as I dip to take her nipple between my lips, and a sharp gasp of pleasure escapes her.
Wanting to hear that sound again, I suck the sensitive bud hard and roll it gently between my teeth until she’s arching closer, silently begging me for more.
I don’t remember ever feeling this way before. Not only the desire for someone, but also a physical need for them.
Only her.
Only she will make this go away.
“It’s been so long, Holden. Please don’t make me wait.”
“And what if that’s what I want? What if I want you to beg for my cock? What if I want to hear every dirty thought you have and all the ways you want me to make you scream?”
“Is that what you want?”
I kiss her neck while pinching her nipple. “Answer my question first.”
“Holden,” she moans and takes a step back, only to end up pressed against the wall.
“You’re trapped now, sweetheart.”
I run my tongue around her nipple, and her hands fly to my hair. “Oh, don’t stop.”
The begging again. I can’t resist.
There is a smirk on my lips as I pull back. “I like it when you beg.”
“If I keep doing it, will you give me what I want?”
“Only if you’re very good. Can you be good, Sophie?”
A flush paints her cheeks as I move my hand down her body, purposely not touching the places that will make her feel good.
“Holden, please.” She has no idea how close I am to losing control and fucking her right against this wall.
“Please what?”
“Kiss me.” She lifts up, pressing her mouth to mine. I kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue against hers, and my hips move, grinding against her heat.
God, I want to be inside her.
This time, there will be no forgetting.
“Sophie.” I breathe her name as I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My mouth never leaves hers as I move us to the couch, where I can do all the filthy things I have thought of these last few weeks. “Tell me what you want.” My hand moves against her silky skin, over her perfect breast, and down her stomach to where there’s a slight bump from where she carried our baby. It only makes me want her more.
Her body is a temple, and I am going to say a prayer when I enter.
“I want you to touch me,” she says in a broken whisper. “Please.”
“I am touching you.” I drop to kiss along her collarbone, hiding my smile as I move my hand a little lower.
