Page 66 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

Okay, so her front door was tucked inside a deep alcove. No one walking past could see, not unless her front door was their destination. But the thought that someone could potentially stumble upon them, Colin on his knees and Truly with her dress hiked up around her hips?

“No,” she breathed. “No problem at all.”

Colin’s thumbs sneaked beneath the hem of her dress, inching the fabric up her thighs. His fingers hooked around the sides of her panties and dragged them down her thighs, keeping her steady as she stepped free.

He held them up, bubblegum lace drenched dark pink.

“I’m keeping these,” he said, pocketing her ruined panties with a grin.

Truly buried her face in her hands.

They weren’t even her best panties, for Christ’s sake. The elastic was all stretched out and she was pretty sure there was a rip in the lace.

“Don’t be getting shy on me, St. James,” Colin goaded. “Now, do me a favor and spread your legs.”

She could feel his breath, hot and damp against her, the night air cool by contrast as he spread her open with his thumbs. He swore softly. “You’re dripping down your thighs. This all for me?”

His tongue darted out, licking a hot stripe up her cunt, making her gasp.

“Harder.” Truly rocked against him and mewled, pulling hard against his hair.

Colin curled an arm under her leg, wrapped his hand around her thigh, and hiked it up over his shoulder, spreading her open. He licked up her center, and if she weren’t so delirious with desire, she might’ve been embarrassed at how wet she was. He didn’t seem to mind; two of his fingers slid lower, circling her where she was dripping before slipping inside, thicker than her own and so good she could cry.

“God. I’m so—I’m so—Colin,” she babbled, incoherent pleas tripping off her tongue as she shook, insides fluttering, stomach tensing, and knee trembling. She slammed a hand against the frame of the door and whimpered.

She was so close she could taste it.

He lifted his head and she bit the inside of her cheek, stifling a sob.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He looked up at her from beneath his lashes, pupils swallowing up the brown of his eyes. His chin and the lower half of his face were slick, smeared with her up to his cheeks. “I can feel your cunt fluttering around my fingers. You gonna scream for me, Truly?”

“Shutupshutupshutup.” She yanked on his hair, trying to drag him back.

Colin nipped the inside of her thigh.

“Rude,” he scolded, soothing the sting of his bite with a filthy kiss, painting her skin with her juices.

Her eyes slammed shut, desperation making her dizzy. If she didn’t come soon she was pretty sure she’d do something mortifying like cry. Her bottom lip was already beginning to wobble. “I swear to God if you don’t make me come, I’ll show you rude, McCrory. I’ll be so rude it’ll make your head spin.”

He moaned against her knee, low and broken, trailing off with a laugh that made her shiver. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”

There was no warning, just Colin sucking on her clit and his thick fingers curling inside her and—

Bright pinpricks of light exploded behind her lids as she fractured, pulsing hard around Colin’s fingers, biting her lip to muffle her cry.

Colin gentled her through the aftershocks with kisses that eventually turned into him just breathing, panting against her pussy. She pried her eyes open, blinking dazedly up at the sky. Because outside. They were outside, for Christ’s sake, and holy shit—she’d just come all over Colin McCrory’s face outside. She giggled, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth.

“Something funny?” Colin kissed her hip bone. “Or are you just one of those people who laughs when you come?”

“Hush.” She shoved him gently. Mostly because she felt as weak as a kitten and a little because she wasn’t actually mad. Amused, to be honest, because no, she was not one of those people, but wouldn’t it be funny if she were? If she snort-laughed through orgasms? God, she felt drunk. Drunk on Colin’s fingers and his tongue, loose and lax and warm all over even though her dress was still hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare lower half to the cool Seattle night air. “You just made me come. In public.”

She whispered, which was sort of hilarious because no one was around to hear her. Even if they were, if someone was scandalized to hear her say the words? They would’ve had a heart attack looking at her.

“I did.” Colin grinned, one of those smiles that creased the corners of his eyes and made her heart thunder inside her chest. No one had any right to be that beautiful and he wanted her and oh God, he still had his fingers inside her. Life was a trip. “And I’m about to do it again.”

What.

Colin leaned in and without breaking eye contact, licked her clit and it was a miracle she didn’t perish on the spot.

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