Page 66 of Forbidden Romeo
He inhales nervously, unshed tears shining in his eyes. “Do you forgive me?”
It isn’t until I feel him lift his thumbs to my cheeks that I realize I’m crying. Holden's hands are gentle as they cup my face, his warm thumbs brushing away my tears.
“Do you forgive me, Katherine?” Holden's voice is thick with emotion, his words heavy with a mix of desperation and vulnerability as he asks his question.
“No,” I sob.
Through the haze of tears blurring my vision, I can barely make out Holden's face as he stares at me with intense eyes, his throat bobbing with a tightness that matches the vein pulsing at the base.
“Last question,” he says. “And this one you can answer either yes or no.” I watch as he pauses to swallow, the bobbing of his throat tightening and a vein pushes out at the base.
“Were any of those answers you gave me a lie?”
My heart, that wild and untamed creature, gallops fiercely against my ribs, its hooves pounding with the force of a stampede.
As Holden's questions pierce through the air, my chest constricts, squeezing the very breath from my lungs. I am trapped in this moment, held captive by my own racing heart and the weight of my lies.
A sharp pain shoots through my chest and my heart thunders in my ears, drowning out all other sounds as I struggle to catch my breath. The silence between Holden's words is deafening, making my heartbeat seem even louder.
My mouth is dry from crying, with a metallic taste lingering from the saltiness of my tears.
“Yes,” I answer honestly for the first time. “I forgive you. I forgive you, Holden.”
Our bodies collide, drawn together like magnets and I anchor my hands behind his neck as our mouths crash together like waves against the shore in a frenzied, wild kiss. The scent of sweat, tears, and desperate longing swirls around us, a heady mix that engulfs us as he parts my lips with his tongue and delves inside sending sparks of pleasure rippling in my core.
“I love you,” he whispers against my mouth.
“I love you, too, Holden. I have since the moment I met you.”
“On some level, I always knew you were it for me. And it fucking terrified me,” he admits between each fevered kiss.
Holden's confession sends a shiver down my spine, the weight of his words as heavy as his body pressing against mine.
His fingers delve into my hair, gripping tightly as if he's afraid to let go. I mirror his actions, my nails digging into his back, feeling the outline of his hard muscles underneath his skin.
"I need you, Katherine. I need you now," he growls into my ear before trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck. The sensation of his warm breath on my heated skin sends shivers down my spine and I arch my back, silently begging for more.
Without breaking the contact of our mouths, Holden reaches down, tugging my panties to the side and revealing my slick slit to the cool air. Heat pools between my legs as he releases my lips and treats my neck to a feast of soft bites and kisses, sending me into a frenzy.
"Holden," I moaned, eyes closed in ecstasy as he makes his way down to my collarbone. "Holden... please."
His hands are everywhere at once, expertly undoing the clasps of my bra while still managing to tease every sensitive spot on my neck and collarbone with his tongue.
The lace of my bra releases and falls to the floor, exposing my trembling body to his heated gaze.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers reverently, as if I am a masterpiece he can't believe is real. His fingertips dance along my collarbone and downward, tracing the contours of my body with such delicate precision that I arch towards him shamelessly.
"Shh," Holden soothes, lifting me up and carrying me to the counter. My back crashes against the chilled surface of the mirror behind me, the coolness a stark contrast to the fire he ignites within me. He tugs my panties off slowly, discarding them carelessly on the floor.
He kisses his way down to my breasts before sucking hungrily at one nipple, causing electrical sparks to shoot straight to my core, leaving me gasping for air. His warm mouth trails down to my stomach.
Gently, he spreads my legs apart, and I feel his hot breath on my swollen folds. "Holden," I gasp.
He looks up at me with a wicked grin before sliding his tongue inside my wet entrance.
"Oh God," I cry out, my back arching off the countertop when his skilled tongue finds my clit. Holden moans against me. He takes his time, savoring the taste of my arousal, teasing me with every lick and flick as the pleasure tightens and cords in my body like a rope tightening around my organs.
I gasp for air, my breath quickening and I clutch his hair between my fingers, steadying myself as my thighs tremble uncontrollably.