Chapter 23

Holden walked into my house a few minutes later. He’d dispensed with the formalities of knocking after a couple of days, and I absolutely loved the commanding way he entered my home.

“Sorry I’m late, baby. I should have let you know, but I was more intent on getting here.” He crossed the room in huge strides and kissed me soundly before pulling back and grinning. He’d changed out of his uniform into a comfortably worn but still presentable pair of jeans, sneakers, and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled back to his elbows. He looked delectable, and I wanted to lick the hollow of his throat.

“Yes,” I croaked. It made him leer at me and I flushed with heat. Was it possible for him not to turn me on? I didn’t think so. I coughed. “Yes, I’m ready. We just need to grab the cake and we can go.”