There were so many things she wanted to say but the words wouldn’t come. Instead she tried to put all the love she felt into the way she touched and stroked him until finally he swept her closer, capturing her lips with his own.
Holt plundered and dominated her senses, their tongues playing a game of tag and her nails digging into his bicep. Blood roared in her ears as he placed her gently on the bed as if she was something rare and breakable.
“I love you,” she whispered as his nipped at a spot on her neck that made her shiver with arousal. Her nipples, already tight, hardened even more when he cupped her breasts and pinched at the pink tips. A wave of heat swept through her, tightening the coil of arousal in her belly.
“You have no idea…how much,” Holt breathed against the delicate skin of over her ribcage, “I love you.”
They could spend the rest of their lives showing each other how much. Starting now.
Myra squirmed against the cool sheets, her body overheated with desire for this man she loved. His tongue dipped into her bellybutton as his hand traveled down her body and between her legs. Shaking with arousal, she gasped when his fingers found her swollen clit, a thick digit sliding inside to rub her sweet spot.
“Oh God,” she moaned when he added another finger, fucking her with his hand while he licked and sucked at her nipples. He nibbled on the puckered flesh while his thumb brushed her clit. Soft and firm, but not enough to send her over. Myra didn’t know how long he held her there, hovering on the precipice.
Only she and Holt existed at that moment. The feel of his muscled frame under her hands, the sound of his ragged breath, the tang of salt when she pressed a kiss to the damp skin of his shoulder. Her legs shook and her body shuddered as her arousal coiled more tightly inside, ready to spring at any moment.
“Holt, please now.” At first she wasn’t sure her desperate plea was audible but then he reached for the nightstand drawer, withdrawing a condom and rolling it on.
Holding himself above her, Holt placed open-mouthed kisses on her neck and shoulder, making her writhe underneath him as the blood pounded in her veins. Flames licked along her limbs, curling her toes and taking her breath away.
His cock nudged at her entrance and she slid her legs farther apart, her arms wrapping around his waist. Slow and easy, he pressed forward and then pulled back slightly before pushing in again, gaining purchase with each delicious stroke. Her heels dug into the mattress as his thrusts picked up more speed, now impaling her to the hilt. His face was a mask of concentration as he pistoned hard and fast, his breathing short and labored.
Each exquisite stroke of his cock rubbed her G-spot until she thought she would break into a million pieces and fly into the heavens with the clouds and stars. Holt grasped her hips and wrapped her legs around his middle, grunting with each thrust. His breath fanned against her cheeks and she reached up to slide her fingers into his short brown hair, pulling his lips to hers.
His teeth nipped at her lower lip and that was all it took to send her over. Her orgasm set off fireworks on the ceiling, the sparkles and lights dancing on her sensitive skin as he reached his peak at the same time. She watched fascinated as his body stiffened, his skin shiny with sweat and his eyes closed tightly. His cock jerked inside of her as his hot seed filled the condom.
They collapsed together, his head buried in the crook of her shoulder until he kissed her softly and whispered he’d be right back. Immediately cold when he levered off of her, she pulled up the covers and sighed blissfully. This was what she had always dreamed about but never thought truly existed.
This was love.
It wasn’t the sex that made it love, although it sure as heck didn’t hurt. It was the sharing. The respect. The partnership she felt with Holt. It was bigger and better than anything she could hope to find all alone.
He lifted the blankets and slid in next to her, pulling her body close so they were skin to skin. Pillowing her head on his shoulder, she let her fingers play on his broad chest.
“They’ll be home soon. We can’t stay here all day I’m afraid.”
“I know,” she agreed, dropping a kiss on his chest, the skin salty on her tongue. “Let’s just have five more minutes though. Then we can get dressed and face everyone.”
“Beck’s going to take one look at us and know what we’ve been doing,” Holt warned with a chuckle.
“We owe him,” Myra confessed. “One minute they were here and the next he had them on the road. He’s a take charge guy.”
“That he is but don’t praise him too much—he has quite an ego.”
Giggling, Myra cupped Holt’s jaw so she could look into his eyes. “I think my mission will be building up your ego. I want you to know just how perfect and wonderful you are.”
He brushed her temple with his lips, the skin warm in his wake. “I’m not even close but I’m happy that you think so. I think you’re pretty wonderful too. I want to make this work, Myra. I want to try and build a future with you and Amelia.”
“And they lived happily ever after.”
Tears pricked the back of her eyes but not because she was sad. These were the best kind of tears. The happy ones.
She and Holt had both been hurt, looking for love and acceptance. Afraid to reach out to each other, they’d somehow found the courage to try just one more time.
The love of her life. The man of her dreams.
Epilogue
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“You’re a lucky man.” Beck slapped Holt on the back as they smoked their cigars out on the veranda. It was a sultry summer night and Holt and Myra’s engagement party was in full swing. The house was packed with friends and family which made it difficult for Holt to keep Myra by his side. She was now off talking weddings with Amanda, Susie, and Lily.
“I am,” Holt agreed. “But I wouldn’t say we had an easy time getting here. We had Bobby to deal with after all.”
“Ah yes, he didn’t give up easily, did he?” Beck studied the glowing tip of the cigar. “What’s he up to these days? I didn’t see him tonight.”
“He’s on the road.” Holt shrugged carelessly but remembered that Bobby had been a real pain in the ass to deal with. Sadly he’d been more excited about Holt’s wealth and how he might share in it than about being a father to Amelia. “Myra is fine with him seeing Amelia whenever he’s in town, which from what I’ve seen will only be three or four times a year. He’s moved up to Nashville with his new girlfriend.”
“It’s all water under the bridge now. You’re going to be a married man by the end of the year. Are you nervous?”
Holt and Myra had planned a New Year’s Eve wedding and then a honeymoon cruising in the Caribbean. Amelia was going along too. If they were going to be a family they might as well start out their life as one. Holt was looking forward to being a stepfather and perhaps a father to one or two of their own children.
“Not a bit. What’s to be nervous about? I’m marrying the most beautiful woman in the entire world. I plan on us being very happy.” Holt eyed his older brother, dapper in his black tuxedo. He’d caught the eye of several unattached females tonight. “What about you? Are you planning to stay single forever? There has to be at least one woman out there who could stand to spend her life with you.”
Something strange flickered across Beck’s features – so quickly for a moment Holt thought he’d imagined it. Beck had secrets. That much Holt knew. But he didn’t have any idea what they were, only that his brother was silent on certain subjects.
Love and commitment were two of them.
“I highly doubt it,” Beck laughed, tossing his cigar into a nearby pottery ashtray. “Forget about me. I’m a lost cause. But don’t be sad. I plan to do this playboy thing for all its worth. So many women, so little time.”
Beck sighed dramatically but his face was covered with a wide smile.
“Pace yourself. You’re not as young as you used to be.”
His brother laughed and pointed to voluptuous blonde
in a strapless black dress surrounded by a gaggle of adoring males.
“Excuse me, but I think I’m being paged.” Beck straightened his tie. “She looks lost. Poor thing. Time for me to swoop in and rescue her.”
Myra passed Beck as he made a beeline for the blonde. Holt watched as Beck leaned close, whispering in the woman’s ear. Her smile lit up and she walked away arm in arm with Beck, not giving her other suitors a backward glance.
“He’s amazing.” Myra shook her head as she also watched Beck’s male mastery with the fairer sex. “How does he do it? What do you think he said to her? I’m a billionaire with a big penis?”
Holt choked on the smoke in his throat and Myra slapped him on the back as he coughed it up, laughing at the same time.
“You’ve got some mouth on you. I love it.”
She pressed herself against him and licked her full lips, promise written in her eyes. He couldn’t wait until all these damn people were gone and the two of them were alone.
“And I love you. Although I haven’t had a chance to show you since last night,” she teased, her face alight with contentment and joy. “Maybe when Amelia goes to sleep and all the guests are gone.”
“Is she having a good time?”
Amelia had picked out her own dress, a pink confection that made everyone ooh and ahh over her tonight.
“She’s holding court right now on the dance floor. She and Nicky are the hits of the party. They even managed to get Lily and Dane out there.” Myra tugged on his arm. “Speaking of dancing and having fun, how about you and me take a spin?”
Holding her in his arms was definitely high on his list of things to do tonight. But first things first.
“One minute. I have something for you. I forgot to give it to you earlier. It goes with your dress.”
Holt pulled a long black-velvet case from the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket even as Myra held up her hands and shook her head.
“Holt, you have to stop buying me things. I don’t need stuff, I only need you.”
He knew that but he still liked buying her presents.
“This is really a present for me. It will make me happy to see you wearing it. Open it.”
She flipped open the case and gasped, her mouth falling open. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “Absolutely beautiful. Thank you, Holt.”
It wasn’t nearly as gorgeous as she was, but then he was biased. He lifted the emerald necklace from the blue satin lining and slid it around her lovely neck, the emerald fiery against the creamy skin, and just the same shade as her green silk gown. He swept her silky copper colored hair over her shoulder and fastened the delicate clasp, her enticing scent enveloping him. She leaned back against him and sighed in contentment, her hands covering his.
She’d brought love and acceptance into his once shattered world and created a new one.
Holt was a happy man and he had Myra to thank.
And love. And cherish.
A lifetime wouldn’t be long enough.
The End
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