Page 55 of Love You Anyway

Blew. My. Mind.

And then he takes me to places I’ve never imagined. He covers my mouth with his, gently kissing me like we have a week just for this. He tips my chin to the side and angles his mouth to deepen the kiss.

I nip at his bottom lip and feel a wave of heat roll across my skin when he groans.

He kisses the curve of my jaw, stopping every few seconds to take a gentle bite and soothe it with his tongue. I sigh and let my eyes drift shut, imagining how it will feel to have his lips and tongue in other places.

And I want him in all of those places.

I’m still reeling from our first round, still half-dizzy and barely coherent, when Colin slides down my body, licking my stomach and leaving a trail of kisses over the swell of my hip before flipping me over and centering himself beneath my legs.

“Sit on my face, sweetheart.”

I suck in a breath when I feel his tongue run along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

He’s not going to…My eyes go wide. “Are you sure?”

He tips his head up and meets my gaze, a wolfish gleam in his eyes. “Yes, Junebug. I’m more than sure. Unless you don’t like it. Then you need to tell me.”

“It’s just…I’ve never…”

His eyes widen briefly before a sexy smirk washes over his face. “Well, then you’re going to right now.”

I’m afraid I’ll crush him. Or suffocate him. But I’m also really curious about how it will feel to ride him this way. My curiosity—and downright hunger for him—wins over.

“Okay.” The word comes out as breathless and desperate as I feel.

“Good.”

So, so good.

Yes, in my few relationships before now, men have gone down on me. But I never felt like they were really into it. And they definitely weren’t into it after they’d already come inside me. And they definitely didn’t want me to sit on them.

But Colin? He isintoit.

His hands splay across my hips, and he uses only his tongue to ease into my center. Immediately, a sigh rolls out of me, and I wrap my hand around a pile of blankets.

He’s decadently slow and thorough with his tongue, and each stroke brings me higher until I’m moaning his name and losing focus.

“That’s my girl,” he says between swipes of his tongue.

“God, that feels amazing…” I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m justfeeling. Everything.

He sucks my clit into his mouth. “Colin, mygod…”

“More. Come for me, Junebug.” How is his voice saying that ridiculous nickname so hot and sexy? I decide it’s the best nickname in the world. Every time he says it, it will bring me back to this moment.

And then I stop thinking because his fingers ease inside me, and he finds the perfect spot. And I mean the perfect spot. My back arches as he hits the trifecta with his tongue circling my clit and his other hand working my nipple.

“Holy shit, are you for real?” The words tumble out, and I can’t even feel self-conscious about them anymore. I don’t care if I sound like the world’s most orgasm-drunk groupie if he’ll just stay exactly where he is.

“Yes. I’m for real, and I’m not stopping until you come again.”

He takes me higher, up to a place where light and colors cloud my vision, and then I’m falling, cresting the peak.

I grab his hair and hold on while my body rides out the best orgasm of my life. Eyes still closed, I try to speak, but all that comes out is, “Mmm.”

Colin rolls me to the side and moves slowly up my body, planting kisses on every curve of my waist and swell of each breast. My nipples were already hard, but he licks them into tight peaks until they ache with delicious pain.

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