Page 83 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

“See.” The way he fucked her with his fingers was maddening, his pace slow, fingers dragging almost all the way out before sliding back in. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She whimpered when he curled his fingers, grazing a spot that made her thighs quake.

Colin dropped a kiss to her clit before lifting his head, tongue sweeping against his bottom lip. In the moonlight, his mouth looked bruised.

“You close?” The slick sound of his fingers pumping into her grew louder as she grew wetter. “Already?”

Her lips trembled, gasps spilling out from between them. “Uh-huh.”

Instead of saying anything, Colin groaned against her and doubled down, fucking her harder. With the hand not buried between her legs, he reached up and pressed hard on her lower stomach, somehow making everything he was doing to her feel that much more intense until with the right curl of his fingers, he sent her flying.

Heat spread through her veins, her lungs aching, the muscles in her stomach burning as she curled forward, hand buried in Colin’s hair. She couldn’t make up her mind whether to hold him against her or shove him away, the pulsing pleasure sharp and good and too much.

Colin gave her clit one last lick that made her muscles jerk, then lifted his head and smiled up at her, looking pleased with himself.

She sighed, slumping against the hood of the car, boneless and spent, and tried to catch her breath. “Oh my God.”

He eased his fingers from her, leaving her empty, her walls clenching down, wanting him back inside her, filling her up.

Colin prowled up her body. “Good?”

She couldn’t make her mouth work.

“That good, huh?” He smirked.

Yes. Rather than answer, Truly slipped her hand inside his briefs and grazed his cock with her fingertips.

His breath stuttered from between his lips.

A ring pierced the air and Truly froze.

Colin groaned. “My phone.”

“Ignore it,” she said, wrapping her hand around him.

He nodded jerkily and rocked his hips.

His phone had only stopped ringing when it started up again.

Colin swore under his breath.

Her hand fell to her side. “Put it on silent?”

He nodded and stretched over her, grabbing his phone off the roof of the car. A scowl twisted his features. “It’s my mom.” With a sigh, he lifted the phone to his ear.

“Yeah?” he answered tersely.

Whatever his mother said caused his face to darken.

“Can’t he just—” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, okay. Fine. Bye.”

He jammed his thumb against the screen, ending the call.

“I take it they noticed we were gone.”

Colin let out a laugh that sounded far from amused. “Ali’s car won’t start, so Dad’s letting them borrow his. They need me to move my car so they can get out of the garage.”

She could do nothing to stifle her groan.

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