Page 83 of How to Lose at Love

– Drake Colter

“Wait.”

The words leave my lips before I can stop them or think them all the way through.

Wait.

Don’t go just yet.

His face is right there between my legs—no need to rush off even though Drew has busted in and ruined the moment. We can still salvage it, yeah? My thighs are still vibrating, my core still trembling with a million quakes—and he’s done nothing but press the tip of his nose up my center.

His legs are hiked out, wide shoulders holding my thighs apart quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve had the privilege to see.

God, he’s sexy, this giant man-child.

Legs like tree trunks and arms just as strong, he’s poised in the middle of my spread legs, brows raised, waiting with bated breath for me to say something.

“Truth or dare,” is the next thing out of my mouth because it feels as if we’re still playing the game.

His eyes get darker still. “Truth.”

Ugh, I thought for sure he was going to say dare, and I planned to dare him to take my underwear off and finish what he started.

“What are you thinking right now?” I hate myself for asking a question that’s so cliché, but I honestly want to know what’s going through his head. Maybe he wants to get off me and watch a movie. Maybe he wants to—

“I hope you make a ton of noise when I make you come.”

Oh.

Well then…

I raise my hips.

The massive paw that’s on my thigh slides upward, over my pelvis and over my belly, up over my stomach. Fingers trailing along my silky skin, palm cupping one of my breasts.

Dallas tugs down my panties.

Slides his other hand under my ass, pulling me toward his mouth.

The sheer size of him. The strength.

The warm, wet tongue that licks me up and down while his hand plays with my boobs.

“Oh God…”

He is in no rush.

Licks.

Pulls back to look at me, licking again. Thumb stroking that nub at the top of my folds. Ugh, honestly…so fucking good…

The sounds he’s making are louder than mine, the moaning and grunting—like he’s having the time of his life sucking the pleasure out of me.

Now both his hands are on my hips. Pushing my knees, lifting them so they’re around his neck, face buried. Lips and mouth sucking, licking.

It’s too much.

It’s so good.

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