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  My parents had been miserable people and they’d tried to take me down with them. But I’d always secretly thought my curves looked good and took pride in the way I filled out my clothing.

  And now Holden Holtz was confirming that for me. He was looking at me with eyes that gleamed with desire.

  His hand was moving over to take mine. This gorgeous man wanted me and I wanted him right back.

  So, I did something I’d never done before. I took charge. No more shrinking violet. No more sweet, shy Cookie. No more staying in the shadows, dammit!

  I licked my lips, locked eyes with Holden, and leaned in to press my mouth to his. My heart raced as I felt his sexy stubble and full lips against my flesh.

  He sucked my bottom lip in between his and moaned into my open mouth. “You taste just as good as you look, sweetheart, and I can’t wait to lick every inch of you, from head to toe…”

  Chapter Four

  Holden

  I felt like I was drowning in Cookie’s kiss. My cock was a raging need in my pants.

  It pressed painfully against my zipper, as if it was fighting to get free, and claim the curvy beauty in my arms.

  I’d been trying to talk myself out of putting the moves on Cookie since we’d first come inside.

  But the empathy I’d seen on her sweet face when I’d told her about my trouble with my ex-wife only made me want her more.

  With a deep groan, I told Cookie how badly I wanted to taste every part of her, and I was damn near vibrating with longing for her as I felt her full tits press into my chest.

  Cookie shocked the hell out of me by rubbing my dick through my jeans. She traced the rock-hard length of my erection with her fingers.

  Her touch drove me fucking wild. I moaned and lifted my hips up to bring my cock closer to her hand.

  I’d never expected the curvy delivery woman to be the aggressor like this. She’d seemed so wholesome and innocent with that damn Santa hat.

  I’d been glad when she took it off after coming into the house, so I could see the pretty brunette waves that lay beneath.

  Now, I ran my fingers through them, wrapping her hair in my fist and pulling her head in for an even deeper kiss.

  I couldn’t get enough of her, but when Cookie gasped at my rough tugging on her locks, I eased up and pulled away from her.

  I looked into Cookie’s wide hazel eyes. Her mouth was bright pink and her lips looked raw from our kiss.

  Fuck, that just made me want her more, but was this moving too fast for her? Had she changed her mind?

  There was nothing I longed to do more than rip Cookie’s uniform off and drink in the sight of her naked curves with my eyes. I wanted to fuck her until she was moaning my name and begging for release.

  But she meant more to me than a one-night romp. I didn’t know what it was about Cookie that tugged at my heartstrings so much.

  I just knew it was a fact. I wanted a lot more from her than simply getting my dick wet in her sweet heat.

  “Cookie, I think we should slow this down, don’t you?”

  My heart was pounding in my chest like a jackhammer, but my voice came out as a rough whisper, spilling out from between lips that still tasted intoxicatingly of Cookie.

  She blinked and shook her head. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t know what came over me…”

  I knew I needed to get some space between me and Cookie before I took her right then and there, the way I wanted to do, but I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in for one last kiss.

  Even that light, tender contact left me flooded with lust. I sat back and took a deep breath, hoping to calm myself down enough to be able to stand up without my cock exploding in my jeans.

  “How about I make us a couple of steaks? The work I had planned can wait until morning. And we’re both starving. I think food and a good night’s sleep is what we both need.”

  Cookie nodded slowly. Was it just wishful thinking that made me see desire lingering in her eyes?

  Had I read her wrong and she still wanted this as much as I did? But then she flashed me a smile that was all innocence again and I let the moment pass.

  “You’re right about some dinner and sleep. I really appreciate you letting me stay, Holden, and I’m fine with crashing on the couch, I swear.”

  I laughed and pointed down the hall. “Oh, I think we can do better than you riding the couch. I’ve got a guest room all set up, even though nobody ever visits. Blame it on deeply ingrained Southern hospitality in my roots.”

  Cookie grinned and stood up to smooth some wrinkles out of her uniform. It was hard to watch her hands slide over her deliciously thick thighs without wanting to bury my face in between them.

  I cleared my throat and also got to my feet. “Do you want to clean up before we eat? I’ve got plenty of towels and you can borrow some clothes, even though I’m pretty sure you’ll swim in anything of mine.”

  Cookie’s face flushed with pleasure. “That would be great, if you don’t mind, of course.”

  “I don’t mind a bit. What’s mine is yours, sweetheart.”

  Her cheeks pinked up even more and I couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked. It had been a long time since I’d had a woman in my home. And I was glad I hadn’t settled for anything less than this curvy goddess.

  I showed Cookie where she could find everything she’d need to take a shower and then returned to the kitchen to start dinner for the two of us.

  I could hear her singing softly and sweetly from the bathroom and it filled my heart in ways I’d never known.

  I had a feeling sleeping with Cookie under the same roof was going to be a challenge and a half.

  It was going to take every ounce of my resolve to stay out of her bed. Not to mention her pants.

  Chapter Five

  Cookie

  Holden had been right about his clothes being way too big for me. But I loved wearing his t-shirt and boxer shorts.

  I felt petite and delicate, and like I was constantly in his arms, wrapped up in his manly scent and strong arms.

  We’d eaten dinner together, laughing and talking until it was time to turn in for the night. I had been as impressed by Holden’s cooking as I was by his kissing.

  I wanted so much more of him than I got, but what could I do? He’d put a stop to things before they could go past a single steamy kiss.

  I’d ended up tossing and turning all night long, thinking about how silly I’d been to throw myself at Holden the way I had.

  He obviously wasn’t as interested in me as I’d thought. Or he was still too hurt by his divorce to move on.

  The reasoning for him calling it quits didn’t really matter, I guess—he’d made it clear that we weren’t going to happen.

  I’d finally managed to get to sleep in the wee hours of the morning. I’d secretly hoped Holden would change his mind.

  That he would climb into my bed and ravage me. I’d thought about it so much, I was worried my juices would soak into the sheets.

  But it hadn’t happened and I’d woken up around nine in the morning with a disappointment hangover.

  I hadn’t felt this way about a man in my entire life. The thought that I’d messed it up was like a punch in the gut.

  I groaned and rolled out of bed before heading to use the bathroom. When I got out, I couldn’t find Holden anywhere in his quaint little house, and the sick feeling in my gut increased.

  Had my forward behavior driven him away? Was he so shocked by the way I’d acted that he’d left his own home?

  I had to know, so I grabbed a fluffy white robe off a hook on the back of the bathroom door, slid on my shoes, and went outside.

  The bright sunlight and cold air of the North Carolina winter morning hit me hard. I wrapped Holden’s robe tighter around myself and scanned the parking area and as much of the dirt road as I could see from where I stood.

  Just when I was about to give up and go back inside, I heard noises coming from a little red barn off to the side of th
e house.

  I headed that way and what I saw when I stepped through the partially open barn doors left my head spinning and my thighs quivering.

  Despite the crisp morning air, Holden was standing at the front of an old pickup truck with his shirt off, holding a wrench in one hand.

  I couldn’t keep a soft moan from escaping my lips and he turned toward the sound. Holden was male perfection personified.

  His chest muscles rippled and flexed, and there was a light sheen of sweat on his hair-sprinkled pecs. I thought my eyes would pop out of my head as I drank in every inch of him.

  “Well, good morning,” Holden said with a smile and wiped his hands clean on a rag he took from the front pocket of his jeans. “Did you sleep well?”

  For a moment, I couldn’t speak. All I could do was stare at him and hope I wouldn’t drip juices of desire down my legs and onto the floor.

  I couldn’t stop the effect Holden had on me. And the truth was, I didn’t want to stop it. How was I supposed to deny something that felt so right—in my gut and my heart?

  I took a deep breath and shook my head. “No, I didn’t sleep well. Not at all.”

  Holden frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that. Was it the mattress?”

  “No, it wasn’t the mattress. It was you, Holden, but I should be the one who’s sorry. I was too forward and pushed you away. Which was the last thing I wanted.”

  His mouth dropped open and the wrench in his hand fell to the ground. “Sweetheart, I held myself back because I was worried you’d think all I was after was sex. Not taking you right there on the couch was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

  I was light-headed with desire and surprise. “So, you wanted me?”

  Holden groaned and made his way to my side in three long strides. “Cookie, I’ve never wanted anyone more. But I want all of you. Not just your sexy as hell outsides, but what’s inside of you, too—I want every single bit of you.”

  Holden’s words filled my heart and made my core clench with longing for him. I reached out and trailed my fingernails along his chest, leaving faint red marks, and making him hiss and moan.

  “Then all of me is what you’ll get,” I whispered as I opened the terrycloth robe and let it drift to my feet.

  Chapter Six

  Holden

  I’d slept like shit and had woken up feeling frustrated and unfulfilled. So, I’d gone out to the barn to work on my dad’s old truck, hoping to burn off some of the anger I had pulsing through my veins.

  I was beating myself up for the thousandth time for not claiming Cookie the night before when I heard a noise coming from the barn doors.

  When I saw her standing there looking adorably rumpled and like she was drowning in my big bathrobe, I knew I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

  But I still needed to hear how she truly felt—I needed her to tell me she was all in. I got my only Christmas wish when she whispered I could have all of her and dropped the fluffy white robe at her feet. Nothing was going to stand in my way now.

  I cupped Cookie’s deliciously pillowy breasts in my hands and groaned when her nipples stiffened under my touch.

  I stripped the t-shirt she’d borrowed off her and buried my face in her tits, inhaling deeply, and soaking up her sweet scent.

  Cookie moaned as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and massaged her plump tits with my hands. They filled my palms to perfection and my cock was already threatening to burst through my pants.

  I could smell Cookie’s desire in the air and I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her, so I lifted my head from her breasts, and then slid the boxer shorts she was wearing down to get access to her pretty pink pussy.

  She cried out as I slipped a finger deep inside of her wet heat and then knelt in front of her to suck her tasty as fuck sex into my mouth.

  Cookie’s clit was slippery with her delectable juices and I rolled it on my tongue as she pressed her hands into the back of my head to bring me closer.

  I moaned into Cookie’s pussy as she fucked my face and dug her fingernails into my shoulders. I reveled in the pain of it, knowing that she was clawing me because I was doing my job right.

  Moments later, Cookie came all over my mouth, confirming my painful badges of honor, and I grinned and buried my face deeper into her juicy center.

  “Please, Holden,” Cookie panted. “I can’t wait any longer to have you inside of me…”

  I stood up and crushed my slick lips against Cookie’s and then scooped her up into my arms. I carried her to a stack of moving blankets I kept in one corner of the barn and laid her down.

  She watched with eyes that were lidded with desire as I kicked off my boots and stripped my jeans from my body and tossed them over one shoulder. Cookie groaned when she saw my cock bounce free from its cloth prison.

  I wanted Cookie so badly that I was throbbing and dripping as I lowered myself between her legs. My only thoughts were of satisfying her in ways she’d never known before meeting me.

  I’m going to pound that pretty pussy so good and hard, she’ll never even look at another man…

  I kissed my way up Cookie’s perfectly thick thighs, getting drunk on the smell and taste of her, and stuck my tongue out to give her sweet slit a final lick that made her shiver and groan.

  “Tell me again, sweetheart,” I growled as I held myself over her. My arms shook with the strain of not giving in to my desire to collapse onto her soft curves. “Tell me that you want me. All of me.”

  Cookie writhed underneath me and reached up to wrap her arms around my neck. She tugged on me, trying to get me to lower myself onto her, but I wouldn’t cave until I heard the words from her beautiful mouth.

  “I want you, Holden,” Cookie moaned and lifted her hips to press the object of my every desire against my raging erection. “I want every single inch of your body and your being.”

  She couldn’t have said it any better and I melted into Cookie’s curves, finally allowing myself to give in to what I wanted more than anything in the world.

  Chapter Seven

  Cookie

  I damn near screamed when Holden finally slipped inside of me. I was so wet and ready for him that his cock slid home in an instant. My pussy walls clenched around him and I moaned with satisfaction.

  It had been so long since I’d been with a man, I’d thought there’d be resistance, at least at first. But Holden was buried inside of me to the hilt and it was like we’d come together like this a hundred times before.

  My back arched as he circled his hips and pressed his cock even deeper inside of me. I gasped and dug my fingers into his ass. I wanted more, more, more!

  I couldn’t get enough of Holden. I could feel his heart pounding in time against my own and I spread my legs even wider to welcome him into my very core.

  “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” Holden panted into my ear. His breath on my neck sent tingles racing down my spine and I felt my pussy pulse in time with them.

  Holden looked me in the eyes. “Are you ready for more, sweet Cookie?”

  “God, yes,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop now, whatever you do…”

  With a wicked grin, Holden ground himself against my clit in a deliciously devilish way. “Stopping is not on the agenda, you can trust me on that.”

  And then he began to thrust his cock in and out of me. I thought I would pass out from the pure bliss of it. All I could do was cling to Holden as he claimed me with his body, over and over again.

  My eyes rolled back in my head and I let myself go completely. I gave myself over to Holden and trusted him totally with my pleasure, my body, and my heart.

  I met Holden thrust for thrust, lifting my hips up to meet the perfect pace he set, opening myself up to him in every way I could. And I was rewarded by him filling and stretching me in a way I’d never known.

  I felt completely free and it was like I floated above myself for a moment. I was looking down on us tangled up in each other. At the sight of Holden l
oving me in the most primal sense.

  I wished I could tell him. I wanted to share the amazing experience with him. But I was so deeply in the midst of the pure pleasure of being possessed by Holden, all I could do was cry out the word “yes” again and again.

  When I crashed into another orgasm, Holden didn’t relent a bit, even though I was a puddle of satisfaction underneath him.

  In fact, he grinned again and fucked me harder, making me moan so long and loud, it was almost a howl.

  “I’m going to come soon, sweetheart,” Holden panted. “And I want you to come with me, understand?”

  I managed a nod and gave myself totally to the pleasure of his cock pounding into me. I felt myself coming to the edge of orgasm again and I rode the wave as I watched Holden’s face tighten with concentration and determination.

  “Come for me, Cookie! Come for me right now, sweetheart!”

  It was like my body was made to follow his commands, and I cried out his name as I came all over his cock once more, giving in again to the sense of that floating freedom.

  Holden practically roared as he came, arching his back and lifting his head to the heavens, making me shiver with pride and awe at how manly and animal-like he was in that moment.

  I reveled in the feel of him pumping his seed into me. I wrapped my legs around his tight, toned thighs, and held him inside of me, never wanting to be without him filling me up again.

  He came down slowly from his passionate primal high, and lowered himself down bit by bit, until he was stretched out next to me and had pulled me into his embrace.

  I’d never felt sexier or safer than I did right then and there, in Holden’s massive arms, and I gave a contented sigh as I snuggled against him. If I could have climbed into him and lived under his skin right then, I would have.

  I didn’t think I could be any happier than I already was. But Holden changed my mind by lifting my chin with a finger, staring deep into my eyes, giving me a tender kiss, and saying something that stopped my heart before sending it into overdrive.