Page 101 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

Ha fucking ha. “You want me to boss you around? Tell you what to do?”

Colin laughed, bold, bright, and infectious. “You do it outside of bed. I don’t see why our sex life should be any different.”

She let go of his wrists and walked her fingers down his stomach, toying with the trail of downy hair beneath his belly button. Colin shivered and she suppressed a smile at how easy it was to get a reaction out of him. “What if I told you that you couldn’t come until I said?”

“Bold of you to assume I’d listen.”

“You saying you’ve got a hair trigger, McCrory?” She slipped her underwear down her legs.

“No, I’m saying I could choose to ignore you, St. James.”

“Now who’s acting like a brat?”

“Just stating the facts,” he said, awfully smug and sounding like he needed to be knocked down a peg or three. “Give me an incentive and maybe I’ll consider your proposition.”

“You’ll listen to me because I told you to.” She knee-walked higher up the bed and threw a leg over his, settling in and sitting atop his thighs. “And because you want to be good for me, don’t you?”

His breath caught then went ragged. “Truly, I swear to God, if you don’t get up here, I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Bat your lashes at me and pout?” she taunted. “I asked you a question and I’d appreciate an answer.”

His nostrils flared. “At the moment, no, I don’t particularly feel like being good for you.” His lips twitched upward. “You’re kind of getting on my last nerve.”

“If that’s your last nerve...” She whistled quietly. “But that’s fine. I know how to get off perfectly fine on my own.”

“Perfectly fine? A ringing endorsement,” he snarked.

Her heart raced and she could feel her thighs getting sticky damp. “You think you can do it better than me?”

His tongue swept out against his bottom lip. “I know I can.”

“Say please and I’ll let you try to prove it.”

He nibbled on his lip, looking contemplative. “Truly, will you please get your ass up here and sit on my cock?”

She rolled her eyes. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He reached inside his nightstand and grabbed a condom, tearing it open—without his teeth, thank God; Justin had tried that one time and one time only—and rolling it down over his cock. “You just gonna sit there and look pretty or are you going to get up here and fuck me? I’m starting to think you’re all talk.”

She flipped him off and rose onto her knees, inching closer, delighting in the way Colin’s breath stuttered when she took his cock in hand and ran it down her slit. Wasting zero time, she notched him against her entrance and sank down slowly.

He hissed and so did she, her eyes fluttering shut, lip stinging as she bit down hard. Colin was thick, the stretch of him inside her delicious, straddling that fine line between pain and pleasure. For a split second she rethought the lack of foreplay—in the strictest sense of the word—but then he slid a little deeper, hit a place she didn’t even know existed, and everything inside her went buttery and lax. A moan escaped her lips that she couldn’t have stopped for anything in this world.

Her lashes fluttered, eyes opening. Colin’s gaze flickered between the place where they were joined and her face, finally settling on the latter, a dopey little grin stretching his lips wide and sending her heart aflutter. His thumbs pressed against the space just above her hip bones, dragging another moan from her lips. Fuck. She didn’t even know that could be an erogenous zone, let alone that it was one for her.

“You okay there, princess?” he asked, awfully arrogant considering his hands were shaking, tone mismatched against the sincerity shining in his eyes.

Two could play that game. She clenched around him purposefully, quivering with satisfaction when Colin arched, spine bowing, a pretty moan rolling off his tongue. “Are you?”

He choked out a laugh and swept his hands over her hips, settling them against her thighs. “Honestly? You’re driving me crazy.”

“Me?” She widened her eyes, playing innocent, and clenched around him one more time. “I’m not doing anything.”

Colin’s neck arched, his head digging into his pillow. “Then fucking do something.” His hips bucked, driving him deeper, making her gasp. “It’s not a chair, you know.” He reached up, hand cupping the back of her neck, and dragged her down until their foreheads touched, until his breath ghosted across her lips, their noses brushing. “Come on, wreck me. I dare you.”

Well, if he dared her...

With her palms planted against his chest, she rose up onto her knees, the drag of his length inside her exquisite. Chasing that feeling, she let herself fall back down and—

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