Page 70 of Let Me Say It Again

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice filled with pride.

I had to squash that. “I just showered, remember?”

A deep growl sounded in the back of his throat and had me fluttering. “The wetness dripping down my hand right now is not water.” He added another digit as he brought his other arm behind my leg, lifted it, and wrapped it around his waist. “Turns out I don’t need you to tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had because your body does all the talking for you.”

Smug, son of a—

He pushed his fingers so deep my vision grew spotty.

“More,” I demanded.

“I didn’t quite catch that.” He continued massaging my G-spot, but at such a slow pace it was driving me wild.

“You heard me, and I don’t beg,” I ground out, my head starting to feel like it was floating in a galaxy far, far away.

“Make an exception,” he insisted, his fingers working me slower now.

“Oh,” I moaned. “Just make me come already.” That was the most he was getting from me. Every word was filled to the brim with annoyance for this frustrating human being.

He laughed. “Good enough for me.” He switched things up and aggressively massaged my G-spot, the feeling like nothing I’d ever felt before. Then he brought his thumb to my clit and began softly rubbing before simply pressing into it.

Plunging hard and deep, massaging like he took damn classes on this shit.

Rubbing, pressing, rubbing, pressing my clit.

The culmination of it all was too much, and an orgasm tore through me. “Ohhh,” I moaned loudly, my voice bouncing off the walls along with the sound of my wetness as he continued pumping his fingers in and out.

“Oh, Redddd,” I practically shouted, a whimper falling from my lips at the end.

When my vision finally came back into focus, he pulled his fingers out of me and put my leg back down on the floor.

What was unnerving was the cocky grin across his face.

I raised a brow and tried to catch my breath, so he didn’t hear how out of breath I was when I spoke. Although, the rise and fall of my breasts probably gave me away. We’d ignore that. “Lose the grin. A lot of people can hit a woman’s G-spot.”

He pressed his tongue into his cheek, shaking his head. The cocky grin? Still very much present. “You said my name.”

I cleared my throat, trying to shake the last bit of fog from my brain so I could say the right thing that would get him off my case. “I say your name all the time.”

“Youshoutedmy name.”

Man, what was he, the pleasure police? “Did not.”

“You did,” he confirmed, amusement in his voice as he blew another bubble with my gum.

Oh, brother, I was never going to hear the end of this.

I walked away from him, sauntering toward the door.

“Where exactly are you going?” he called after me. “You need to finish what you started.”

I turned, spearing him with a look. “Are you going to drop this?”

He gave me a passive look, his shoulders shrugging slightly, and his lips turning down before curling back up. His blue eyesshone with intensity, but not for sex. No, I knew Red well enough to know that intensity was him digging his heels in. He wasn’t letting this go, so I wasn’t sticking around to finish what I’d started earlier.

“One way or another, I’m going to get you to let me into that ice-cold heart of yours.”

Why? Why did he want that? The part of me that had been burned so bad in the past that it’d basically been charred told me he wanted in so he could shatter me. The other part of me, the one that had gotten to know Red, believed it was because he cared. No idea why he did, but he did.

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