Page 39 of Win You Over
“Holden?” he whispers, his breath warm on my skin, brushing my parted lips. “I really want to kiss you right now.”
Butterflies and a thousand wild birds take flight in my stomach. One nod is all it takes, and he crashes his mouth to mine, his hands finding my face as he tilts my head to control the kiss. He licks against my closed lips, growling before pushing his tongue between the seam. My mouth falls open and the kiss that started out gentle and reverent turns hungry. Wild with feral desire as we fight each other for control. Remington kisses like he lives. Full of passion. Unwavering. Determined. He takes what he wants, because he wants it, and right now that’s me.
I submit to him, letting him own the kiss. His hands gripping my cheeks as he controls the angle, the depth and the ferocity of it. I cannot get enough, and while my lungs ache for a full breath of air, I don’t want this kiss to end.
When he pulls back, his lips are swollen and glistening with spit. He rolls his hips, pressing me down into the mat. I whimper as he does it again and again, pleasure building inside me at an alarming rate.
“You make the prettiest noises, Kitty Cat.”
He kisses me again, and all thoughts leave my head as he ravishes my mouth, biting and nipping at my lips. I do the same in return, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip and tugging. Remington lets out a guttural growl, his hips pumping against mine furiously.
My mind blanks, lost to everything but the feel and taste of him. My body tenses, lightning sparking in my blood as my cock pulses, cum shooting from the tip and settling in the fabric of my shorts.
I stop kissing him, my eyes widening in horror. Did I just…? Holy shit, I came in my fucking pants.
“Fuck that was hot,” Remington says, his eyes glassy as he pushes himself up to kneel, one leg still on either side of me.
My eyes snap to the tent in his shorts before snagging on the wet patch in mine.
There’s a stillness in the air that is hot with tension and the smell of sweat and cum.
Remington makes to move off of me. “Cold shower coming right up,” he jokes and I stop him with a hand on his arm.
“Show me.” I tip my chin towards his shorts.
“You want to watch me come, baby?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I push up onto my elbows, my tongue swiping across my lower lip.
Remington runs a hand down his chest, and into the waistband of his shorts, where he wraps it around his cock. He moves his hand, slow at first before picking up speed. The tip peeks out above his waistband, and without overthinking, I lean forward and move the fabric.
“Holden,” he moans, throwing his head back and pumping his thick cock hard and fast. Ribbons of cum shoot from his slit, some of it landing on my shorts, and some shooting onto my t-shirt. When he’s done, he locks eyes with me and licks his hand clean.
“I told you, fighting makes my dick hard.”
Remington tucks his cock away and rolls onto the mat next to me. Our pinky fingers brush, and as though it is the most natural thing in the world, he twines them together.
Chapter 16
Remington
Iwant to kiss him again.
That’s the thought running through my mind as I watch Holden swim from one end of the pool to the other. He’s dressed in his black swim shorts and black tee, his hair tied back out of his face.
His lips against mine. The intensity in his eyes when I hovered over him. The sounds he made when he came. The feel of his hands on my skin and mine on his. It’s all I can think about and I want to do it again.
“You’ll burn a hole right through him if you stare any harder.” Nadine’s voice breaks me out of my Holden-induced haze.
“I’m not staring,” I say defensively.
“Bullshit. I get it though,” she muses. “He isverynice to look at.”
I swat her on the arm, scowling as a strange wave of possessiveness washes over me. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced before and it’s dangerous because it means I’ve forgotten that this is all for show.
Fake boyfriends.
That kiss wasn’t fake. I’ve kissed many people before and I can say without a shadow of a doubt that what happened between us was very real. One kiss from Holden Booker has spun my world on its axis. Taken me from a man who never dates, has neverwantedto date, to a man who wants to suck marks into Holden’s supple flesh to show the world who he belongs to.
