Page 106 of Sneak Attack

“Where should I start?”

“Anywhere.”

I moved my legs together, but he grabbed my ankles. “Open them. Let me see.”

Oh deargod. I could climax from his words alone. He settled my feet on the bed, legs bent and spread wide soallof me was on display. Thank goodness the lamp only gave off a soft, warm glow. I wasn’t sure I could lie still, show him this blatant exam of my body with the harsh, overhead light.

“Cole,” I whispered, and my hands curled into the quilt beneath me, somehow understanding he wanted me to stay exactly where I was.

“Should I start here?” His finger brushed against the inside of my knee.

I jumped from the initial teasing touch and then bit down on my tongue as he pushed his finger further up my leg.

“Here?” He circled my inner thigh and drifted up the crease to my hip bone to my leg before heading over toward my belly button.

I shook my head and licked my lips. Killing me. He was going to kill me with his slow, barely there brushes of his flesh against mine. My entire body was an inferno and when he finally,finallybrushed his finger down my slit, my lower back arched off the bed to get closer.

“Oh,” I whimpered, and remembered he wanted me quiet.

He tsked twice and shoved his finger deep inside me with a forceful thrust that left a low groan slipping from my throat.

“Not so good with the quiet game, are you?”

Yet he didn’t sound disappointed.

“Never. More, please.”

A second finger added a first and then Cole placed a knee on the bed. He worked his fingers inside of me slowly, but with deep thrusts and when he added his thumb to my clit, I almost shot off like a rocket, would have screamed his name except he slammed his mouth to mine and swallowed all the sounds he ripped from me with such incredible precision, I’d wondered if he studied the art of the female orgasm as intensely as he did football.

I came quickly, violently, my body shaking beneath his as my orgasm rolled through, sending shocks of pleasure to the tips of my toes before he kissed my throat, moved his body down mine and sucked a nipple into his mouth. His fingers were still at my sex, and I shivered from the sensitive, well-used sensations, digging fingers into his hair.

He grunted his pleasure as I tugged and pulled on his hair while he worked both of my nipples, tugging them, sucking them, switching between both and then quick teasing flicks with his tongue that left me never knowing what he was going to do next but wanting every single thing he did to me.

Slowly, his fingers slid out of me, and his hands went to my hips. He flipped me over like a rag doll onto my hands and knees. I glanced at him in surprise, but he only bent low beneath me and pressed a kiss to my ass.

“Bite the pillow if you need to,” he warned and then he licked his tongue from my clit, the length of my slit.

And oh holy fuh-reakingcow. There was no teasing left, no slow build up. Cole ate me from behind like a man who’d fantasized about this and had finally found his gift. My body shuddered and eventually, my arms could no longer hold me up. I collapsed onto the bed, side of my face pressed to the pillow, ass in the air, biting down on my lip while Cole added fingers and brushed his tongue over my clit, working it like he did my nipples.

Another orgasm threatened and whips of pleasure tightened my spine before radiating out and I slammed my eyes closed, my mouth opened in a silent scream I swallowed down while my entire body trembled with the force of it.

And then he was there. Pushing into my center, knees on either side of mine, hands gripping my hips.

“Hand to the headboard to brace yourself, Eden.”

I complied without hesitation. He’d already given me more pleasure than I could withstand, I’d do anything for him. As Cole slammed into me, I did what he suggested earlier and bit down on the pillow.

“Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head, managed to squeak out amoreand he gave it.

Cole pounded into me with a slow, intense but brutally delicious pace I was certain would have the house falling down around us when I finally came again. It did. But I took it, forced myself to be as quiet as possible and then Cole pulled out, flipped me over.

“Want to see your eyes when I come,” he said, before sliding back inside. He pressed his mouth to mine, slipped his tongue inside. I wrapped my arms around him, rocked against him, and when we finally came, he grunted his pleasure down my throat while I whimpered into his and he came, shuddering against me while I pulsed around him.

“You’re very bossy in bed,” I whispered, already replaying what had happened in a way I wanted to commit to my memory forever.

“Did you not like it?”

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