When he finally got back to my mouth, I could feel his lips above mine, but we weren’t touching. I opened my eyes and found him staring down at me.
“Do you have anything to say to me?” he asked.
“Oh.” My eyes widened in shock when I realized that I’d just been soaking in the moment and not reciprocating. “I love you!”
My declaration came out much louder than I’d meant it to. Holden had created such a calm, blissful vibe and I’d just ruined it by yelling like I was Will Ferrell in Anchorman.
“Sorry,” I immediately apologized.
He chuckled. “I like the enthusiasm.”
I giggled, filled to the brim with giddiness. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
I thought about confessing to the letter that I’d written to him all those years ago and asking if he’d ever found it. But before I could, his mouth covered mine and we shared a kiss that I knew was going to go down in history as a kiss for the ages. It was just the right amount of tenderness and devouring. It walked the thin line between savage and sweet. It held the perfect balance of reckless and controlled.
It was the ultimate oxymoron of kisses and I surrendered to it completely. My hips tilted up as need curled deep in my belly. Holden started to move inside me, in and out. My hands roamed over the hard planes of his sculpted shoulders and back. Heat radiated off of his skin causing my palms to tingle.
As his tempo increased, he broke our kiss so he could brace himself on his forearms. As soon as I lost the contact of our kiss, my lips burned with the aftermath of the fiery possession. I felt branded by him, and I hoped that he felt the same about me.
Pleasure swirled in me as my hips rose and fell in rhythm with his. Our bodies moved in perfect sync and the pressure and friction sent me soaring to new heights. I was so lost in erotic oblivion that I gasped when a drop of something landed on my forehead. My eyes fluttered open and when they did, I noticed that he was wincing and sweating. I squeezed his arm and stilled my hips.
He opened his eyes and stared down at me with alarm. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you in pain?”
He didn’t respond, but I saw his jaw tick.
“Is this hurting you?”
His chin lifted and he closed his eyes.
“If we’re gonna do this, you can’t hide from me. You have to talk to me. You have to tell me what’s going on.”
“I don’t want to stop,” he admitted his pain without actually admitting it.
I waited, and when he finally looked back down at me I smiled, “Who said anything about stopping?”
During the month we’d been together his back had been in better shape, but I knew that wasn’t necessarily always going to be the case. So, I’d talked to my friend Heather, whose husband had back issues, and I’d done some research online.
“You go that way,” I instructed as I scooted to the edge of the couch and turned so that I was facing out. He rolled on his side so that my back was facing him. I lifted my leg up and he hooked it under his arm. I reached between my legs and gripped his shaft positioning it at my swollen entrance.
I turned my head and looked over my shoulder. “If this hurts, you have to tell me and we can try something else.”
His dick throbbed in my hand and a wicked half-grin appeared on his mouth. “He likes it when you’re bossy.”
I squeezed, enjoying the power of holding him literally in the palm of my hand. “Promise you’ll tell me.”
His baby blues softened, and I saw that there weren’t any walls up between us anymore. And somehow, I knew, in my heart, that they wouldn’t be going back up.
“I promise.”
Feeling assured that he would tell me if he was uncomfortable, I rocked my hips back as he slid inside of me. I gripped the corner of the cushion. The new angle was allowing him to hit all sorts of new areas.
His fingers spread on my hip and he easily found a rhythm that had my body tensing on the threshold of climax. It only took a few pumps before my entire world narrowed to a consuming, jarring explosion of pleasure. Holden thrust into me in one final push as a moan of male satisfaction tore