Page 234 of If Our Hearts Collide

Making a tsk-tsk sound to shush me, Collins leans his head forward, capturing my entire clit into his mouth and sucking—hard.

Too hard, I think. Right?

I can’t possibly?—

“Ow!” I whimper. But then hovering on the sidelines is that unmistakable zing of pleasure. “Oh, fuck!” My words come out muffled. I’m on some brink I don’t think I’ve ever been at before. Every time in the past I’ve touched myself has never felt like this.

Not like this.

Never even close to this.

It’s too good. Yet too stimulating.

Every nerve ending is teetering between it being too much and not enough.

It’s too much pain, yet not enough pressure.

If I could just guide him…

And then I do the unthinkable…

I move—not just a little. A lot.

Shit.

Maybe Collins won’t notice.

Except he does.

All of the attention I’ve been enjoying halts, causing my entire world to stop spinning on its axis for the second time over the last twenty-four hours. Pushing up to my elbows, I watch as Collins stands up, then starts to walk away.

Oh, hell no.

While the sight of his muscular backside is something enjoyable to see, it’s the last thing I need in my line of vision right now.

I don’t need him giving up on me.

Not now. Not before this even really starts…

I won’t be able to survive this ledge he placed me on, unless he jumps off too.

It’s together or never. And I want together—dammit.

Rolling off the side of the bed, I chase after him, jumping on his back as he tries to get away.

“Hell, Penny,” he grunts, stumbling forward but steadying himself as to not drop me. He grabs my legs and spins me around to his front like a floppy rag doll. My ass bumps into his cock, causing it to twitch. “What has gotten into you?”

“Not you!” I yell in fury, clinging to him like a deranged bear cub. We are glued together and yet missing the mark entirely. If I just lift and lower, we would fit as a human puzzle.

“You moved,” he says simply.

“You made it impossible to stay still.”

How is Collins not affected like I am? How is he able to keep his composure when I feel like some horned-up teenager? It’s his dedication to discipline that makes me undisciplined. In comparison to his manners, I’ll always mess up.

I don’t stand a chance, and that revelation is sobering.

“You broke a rule—the only rule.”

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