Page 42 of Win You Over
“He went missing a few days after our birthday. A few days after that, the day we were meant to go fishing, the police found his body on the shore of the Thames.”
Remington sucks in a breath, the sound loud in the stillness of the room.
“Holden.” The way he says my name with so much emotion and affection in that singular word has my heart tripping over itself.
Remington closes the space between us, bringing our foreheads together.
“It’s not a weapon,” I say quietly, needing him to understand. “That’s not why I carry it. I wouldneverhurt anyone. I know that day with Finn…I wouldn’t have hurt him. The knife, it’s all I have left of my dad.”
Remington brushes his nose against mine, lifting our entwined hands towards his chest and I continue, pouring my heart out to him.“It reminds me he was once happy, and that he loved me. My father was a brave, strong man. His knife helps me feel the same.”
“You’re exactly that, Holden. Strong and brave.” Remington’s lips meet mine in a chaste kiss that tastes like toothpaste and tenderness. I let my body sink into his, my eyes finally drifting shut, the impending fog of sleep washing over me.
“I’ll never be weak again,” I whisper.
When I wake up, it’s to sunlight streaming through the window, where we forgot to shut the curtains, and a hard, hot body pressed against me. Remington is lying on his side, one leg over my lower body and his lips ghosting my neck. The steady rhythm of his breath brushes my skin, causing a wave of goosebumps to spread over my heated flesh.
But it’s the hand tucked partly beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts that has my full attention. His palm rests on my pelvic bone, the tips of his fingers sneaking beneath the fabric. And my cock? It’s hard as a rock, tenting my shorts.
I’m in two minds now. One, to roll out of bed and play ignorant of the effect he’s having on me. Two, to shimmy myself into a position that brings his hand closer to my morning wood.
Kissing Remington was incredible. Earth shattering. Before yesterday, I had experienced one singular kiss, and it wasnothinglike that. In fact, my one fumbling attempt at intercourse with a girl I kind of liked had been flat and unremarkable. Theo had briefly dated her twin brother, so the four of us spent a lot of time together and we got on well – as well as two nineteen-year-olds with little in common could. She was kind and pretty, but there was no spark. No tornado of butterflies or jolts of electricity. No fizz, no pop, no explosions.
Not like the myriad of sensations that ran through me with Remington’s lips pressed to mine. The flush of my skin, the flutter in my chest, the swooping of my stomach.
There wasn’t a moment during that kiss that I wondered what I was doing, kissing a guy. Everything about it felt right, like hewas the answer to a question I hadn’t asked. Slotting into place like a puzzle piece.
Remington shifts, his mouth connecting with the skin at my neck.
“You smell sleepy,” he mumbles, voice rough.
His fingers twitch, but he doesn’t pull away from my waistband, nor does he reach them in further.
“Is sleepy a smell?” I ask, shuddering when the rough of his tongue drags over the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
“You taste sleepy, too.” His mouth closes, and a sharp pain steals my breath as he sucks my flesh into his mouth.Hard.
I whimper, wrap my hand around his wrist, and guide him to my cock.
His hand fits perfectly around my hard shaft, then he groans and continues sucking marks onto my body.
“I want to taste you,” he mumbles, bringing his lips to mine and nibbling at my bottom lip. “Can I?”
“You...” I take in a deep breath, my mind blanking as he twists his hand. “Already…” Another breath. “Are.”
“Not here,” Remington kisses my lips. “Not here,” he kisses my cheek. “Or here.” He kisses the dip at the bottom of my neck, the whole time rotating his hand up and down my cock in steady strokes.
Remington releases me, and I let out a needy whine. He chuckles, then shimmies down my body and slides his tongue into the top of my shorts, licking a long line over the soft area slightly above the start of my pubic hair.
“I want to taste you here.”
Oh.Oh.
His chin rests on my groin as his blue eyes, dark with want, meet mine.
Blood rushes in my ears, my heart flying in my chest. I want this.So fucking badly.Remington Langford wants to give me my first blow job.
Holy.
