Hold Me Close Book Novels & Stories

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I didn't get to finish the sentence before he grab me by the waist and push me against his chest, making my boobs slam against his rocky chest with my hands around his waist. I made to pull away but his hold on me was quite strong. I tried to wriggle out of his arms, but who am I kidding? His possessively holding me in a place like I'm running away. Slowly he started bending close to me, he was so close that we were breathing each other's breath with his nose touching mine. I feel my cheeks getting red with our close proximity. I'm trying to fight my emotion which is threatening to burst anytime soon.

“Cara, I told you… this isn’t a game.” I huffed. But then his thick arm reached from behind me, pressing his solid heat harder against my back, pinning me against the countertop as his gorgeous, strong man-hand closed on the book I was reaching for, and he held it so I couldn’t get it without taking it from him.

If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.

He said, becoming my shore. My pants calmed down, my shivers stopped and a sudden lull took over as I felt like a safe shelter in his arms. “Please hold me close.” I begged, clinging on his arm. “Sure.” He smiled, holding me rigidly enough to not escape as I considered him my last string to place faith. We remained like this as I stood up. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, I rested my head on his chest and stood there, drawing in the magic of his proximity.

Did he come so close only to give the holdall to her? Just after she took the holdall from him, he leaned ever so closer to her face, his hands plastered on the backrest behind her, his eyes drilling into hers. She could feel his warm, minty breath breezing and brushing over her face. No doubt he could feel her breath as it came out unsteadily, given their closeness left her nearly breathless. “I’d fuck you real hard if you rapture a muscle at the Pilates studio. Trust me on that.”

“A few things, I can’t believe how far back this book goes. You have your entire history laid out right here in front of you. I don’t even know my mother’s name” I stood up and took the book from her hands and placed it back on the shelf. I held out my hands for her and lifted her up out of the chair. “What?” she groaned. I pulled her in to my chest and held her, wrapping my arms around her and resting my head on hers. “What’s this for?” she mumbled, “Nothing, I just wanted to hold you” “Oh” she breathed, “This is nice”. I held her there for a while slowly rocking back and forth. After a few minutes Zee looked up at me,

“You don’t want me to leave.” No. He fucking didn’t, he sure as hell didn’t want her to leave! He pushed off the counter, the wooden floors creaking under his deliberate steps as he closed the distance between them. He stopped just behind her, close enough that he could breathe her in vanilla and something deeper, something uniquely her. His fingers ghosted over the book she was holding. The Picture of Dorian Gray. “Do you know what this book is about?” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

"Just let me have this moment. Let me have this memory. Let me keep this forever. Let me hold onto this. Let me never let go. Let me have this one thing. This one perfect thing. This one perfect moment." The seconds stretch. His lips hover near mine. So close I can almost taste them. So close I can almost feel them. So close I can almost believe this is real. So close I can almost forget everything else. So close I can almost stop thinking. So close I can almost let go. So close I can almost surrender. My hand finds his chest. His heart is racing. His breath is fast. His skin is warm. His body is trembling. His soul is open. His eyes are closed. His lips are parted.

I asked, “A few things, I can’t believe how far back this book goes. You have your entire history laid out right here in front of you. I don’t even know my mother’s name” I stood up and took the book from her hands and placed it back on the shelf. I held out my hands for her and lifted her up out of the chair. “What?” she groaned, drawing out the word. I pulled her into my chest and held her, wrapping my arms around her and resting my head on hers. “What’s this for?” she mumbled, “Nothing, I just wanted to hold you” “Oh” she huffed, “This is nice”. I held her there for a while slowly rocking back and forth. After a few minutes, Zee looked up at me,