His to Hold: A Billionaire Romance (His to Have Book 2) Read Free

slam it shut. I run to the bed and sit down on the edge. I realize how long it’s been since I’ve seen him, and I wonder if I look terrible. I pull my hair back. I wonder how my face looks. I try to think of ways to make myself look calm before Blake climbs the stairs. I’m wearing an old t-shirt of his and pajama pants that are too big for me. It’s not exactly sexy, but I didn’t have much choice from his limited wardrobe.
    But then he’s standing before me, and none of that matters. Nothing matters except for the look on his face when he says he’s been worried sick about me and he didn’t want to risk being followed. He pulls me up from my seat and kisses me.
    The second his lips touch mine, I forget about everything. Every obstacle, every worry, every doubt, it all just melts away as he leans into me and holds me. I could melt in his arms. I could forget about everything.
    “I’ve missed you so much,” he says. “I came as soon as I could. I knew you’d be here. I knew I could count on you.”
    He lifts me up into the air. I wrap my legs around him. I feel dizzy and warm. Everything about this moment just feels so right. There’s so much I want to ask him, so much I need to know, but not yet. I need this moment as much as he does. I need to feel his touch. I don’t just want him to tell me that everything is going to be okay. I need to feel it in his touch.
    He kisses my neck as he backs me onto the bed. Another motion and he’s on top of me. I want him. I want to lose myself in his arms.
    “I like the look,” he says. He slides his hands under my shirt and slips it over my head. He grins and kisses my collarbone, sending waves of warmth through my chest. His hands are on my breasts and then my hips, and he’s sliding my pants off. I fumble with his shirt, ripping it open as quickly as possible. I grab his belt and pull it off of him as he grinds against me. I can feel his excitement.
    I moan as he rocks against me again.
    “I want you now,” I tell him.
    Blake reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra before sliding my panties down my thighs. “I’ve been thinking about this moment since you left. I’m not going to rush it.”
    He kisses my breasts and then my stomach. His hands are firm on my hips, but his kisses are so soft and tender. They send butterflies through my stomach. When he kisses between my legs, I gasp and spread wider for him. I close my eyes as he flicks his tongue against me, and I curl my toes. “Get up here,” I tell him.
    He stands up and strips, tossing his shirt aside, letting his clothes fall in a heap around his ankles. When he slides off his underwear, I can barely contain my excitement. He’s completely hard. He leans down and grabs something from his pocket—a condom. He holds it in his hand as he lowers himself against me. I feel the bare skin of his shaft against my sex as he grinds against me. It feels hard and smooth and warm. I grab the condom from him and unwrap it, tossing the wrapper aside and sliding the condom over his cock.
    When he presses his tip against me, I feel like I might climax that very second, but then he pushes himself inside me and I cry out. He gasps too, taking a short, sharp breath. Then he moves inside me and leans in for another kiss. When his lips meet mine, I feel like we’re completely connected, completely in sync. It’s incredible.
    With each movement, my need for him increases. I run my hands over his arms and chest. I grab his ass and pull him harder against myself as I grind my hips into his. He rocks into me again and again. I can’t help but shout in delight as he grabs my hips and directs my motion, moving me in time, sending new surges of excitement through my body.
    He holds me tight and rolls over, flipping me on top of him in one fluid motion. He lets one hand run over my breasts before leaning up and pressing his lips to my nipple. He kisses my breasts as he works me up and down his length. Then both his hands are