Page 82 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

Colin dropped his forehead against hers. “Are you trying to make me come in my jeans this time?”

“Worked out okay for me last time.”

“I’m not going to come in my jeans like a goddamn teenager,” he promised. “The next time I come? It’s going to be inside you.” She gasped and he tilted his head to the side, heavy-lidded eyes considering. “On you, maybe, if you’re into that.”

She clamped her thighs together and swallowed a whine. “Fuck.”

“Please tell me I can put my mouth on you.” His hips rocked against her hand. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. Want you to come on my tongue.”

She nodded frantically. “Yes. Okay. Yeah.”

Colin laughed breathlessly like he was relieved. Un-fucking-real.

“Get comfortable,” he said, settling between her thighs and flipping up the skirt of her sundress. “I’m going to be down here a while.”

God. “Overachiever.”

Colin kissed the inside of her knee and dragged her underwear down her legs. “When it comes to making you feel good? No such thing as overachieving.”

He took his time, peppering kisses along the inside of her thighs and the top of her mound, his hands sweeping over her hips and up her sides in a circuit that made her shiver. She grabbed him by the hair and tried to drag his mouth closer.

When he laughed, his breath ghosted over her clit. She shivered and huffed. “Colin.”

“Shh, just lay back and relax.” With his thumbs, he spread her apart. “Let me enjoy this.”

“You’re so—”

She broke off with a moan when Colin ran his tongue up her slit.

“Sorry, I’m what?” he asked, eyes wide and expression innocent, smiling like butter wouldn’t melt in his perfect mouth.

“You’re going to be a dead man if you don’t put your mouth back on me.”

He chuckled. “You say the sweetest things to me, baby.”

She’d thought it couldn’t get any better than the first time Colin went down on her against her front door, but each time he put his mouth on her, he redefined the word mind-blowing. He dropped a kiss to her clit before sucking it between his lips and flicking it with his tongue, pace fast and pressure firm, his grip on her bruising, fingers digging into her thighs.

She lifted a trembling hand and rested it against the back of his head. “Can you—can you—”

Colin hummed in question and her back arched off the hood.

“Can I what?” He licked her clit and she whimpered.

Her cheeks warmed. Why was it so much harder to ask for what she wanted than to tell him what to give her? “Can you put your fingers inside me?”

“You feeling empty, baby?”

She held her breath as his fingers slid between her folds and circled her entrance. “Uh-huh.”

“I can fix that,” he murmured, watching as he sank a finger inside her. He hissed under his breath, the sound devolving into a groan. “You’re so goddamn hot on the inside.”

She whimpered and clenched desperately around that one finger. “Don’t tease me.”

Another finger slipped inside her, and Colin crooked both, making her back arch. “I think you like it when I tease you. It sure seems to get you wet.”

A moan tore itself up her throat. “Can I have another?”

Colin pressed a tender little kiss to her hip bone and added the third finger she’d asked for, stretching her sweetly, making her blood sing.

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