Page 91 of Never Your Girl

before meandering upward to the V between my thighs. I inhale a sharp breath when he drags his knuckles across my slit. I can’t help but shift beneath his touch, needing more.

It’s heady and addictive.

His gaze stays fastened to my core, and there’s something so sexy about the expression on his face. The longing that floods his eyes. The way his breath catches.

“You’re already wet for me.”

“I want you,” I say simply. The way he touched me at the library has been playing on repeat in my head for days. Instead of doing something about it, I’ve let it slowly build until it’s become more of a clawing need beneath my skin.

“How much do you want me, baby?”

My gaze dips to the thick erection pressing against the fly of his jeans as I turn the question on him instead. “How much do you want me?”

There’s a beat of silence, and my heart clenches.

“I never stopped wanting you, Holland.”

My muscles loosen as he drops down between my legs so that he’s eye level with my center. His attention stays locked there as his fingers glide over me. Up and down until I can’t stand another moment. Just when I think I’ll scream, he hooks one finger in the band of my panties before tugging down the material until the top of my slit is revealed. He leans close enough for his warm breath to stir across my flesh before pressing his lips against me.

A whimper works its way up my throat. “Don’t stop.”

He draws the material down my legs until I’m totally bare. Music from his phone still hums in the background, but the only thing I’m aware of is Bridger and the way he eats me up with his eyes.

He presses my thighs farther apart. Flexibility has never come naturally to me. It’s something I’ve had to train my body for, pushing myself to move with fluidity and grace while dancing.

He forces my knees to the mattress until I’m spread wide.

Totally vulnerable.

Air gets trapped in my lungs as my heart pounds a steady beat.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful as your pussy spread so that every pink inch is on display for me.” He squeezes my thighs before his hands slide to my core. His fingers drift across my lips before massaging them, spreading them apart with his thumbs.

I can almost feel the heat of his stare scorching me alive. My skin hums with warmth as tiny sparks of sensation dance along my nerves.

“Bridger.”

His gaze flicks to mine. “Yeah, baby?”

“I want your mouth on me.”

His eyes darken as heat sparks within them. “You need your pussy eaten?”

“Yes.”

He lowers his face to my core and takes a long lap of my flesh. A wave of pleasure crashes over me as my muscles loosen and I sink deeper into the mattress.

He raises his head just enough to ask, “Like that?”

My fingers tunnel through his hair, locking him in place. “Exactly like that.”

He swipes at me again before stabbing his tongue deep inside my center. I press my pelvis forward, craving more of what only he can give me. He nibbles at my clit, and more sensation crashes over me until it becomes dizzying. My muscles tighten as arousal gathers in my core. It doesn’t take long before I’m falling to pieces. The warmth of his mouth disappears as he slaps my clit with the tips of his fingers.

I didn’t think it was possible for more pleasure to crash over me.

I was wrong.

A scream tears from my throat as my orgasm intensifies, shattering everything inside me. And then his mouth is back, feasting on me, prolonging the pleasure until every last drop has been wrung from my body.

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