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“Wh… Wh..” The question never formulated because his tongue flicked my clit, sending me into a whirlwind.

His tongue worked my clit while his fingers worked my heat. The perfect combination. A combination that had an orgasm already threatening to rocket through me.

“Colton,” I moaned, grabbing the back of his head. “I need to… Please.”

“Tell me what you need, beautiful,” Colton said with his words vibrating against my clit.

“You. I need you.”

Chapter Eight

“How do you want me?” Colton asked then sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

“Every way,” I pleaded.

“Come for me, Hope. Let me taste you.” He repeated the same move, making my hips work circles and my hands grip the back of his neck pulling him closer to my heat.

“Colton! Oh my… I’m going to…”

“Now,” he growled between my thighs. His tongue and mouth worked my clit while his fingers picked up the pace. My body came unglued.

“Colton! Colton, I’m–” My screams echoed throughout the room as my orgasm struck me like lightning. My head fell back and I rode the wave of pleasure.

Colton didn’t let up the speed of his tongue or fingers. My body responded with another ferocious orgasm. This time my legs tightened around his head and I ground my pussy against his face intensifying my climax.

My back fell against the bed. My legs locked around the back of his neck. Incoherent words and screams escaped me like a madwoman, but I didn’t care. Colton had sent my body to a place of no return.

My body quaked as I rode out a second orgasm. I loosened my legs from around his neck. My breathing was ragged and my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

“Feel good, baby?” Colton asked, rubbing the inside of my thighs. My body trembled from his touch.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Good,” he kissed my thigh then stood up. “Scoot up. Rest your head on the pillow.”

I groaned at the thought of moving. My body just wanted to rest or have Colton take me where I laid.

“I’ll help,” he chuckled then cradled me in his arms and laid me down. My head now rested on the pillow. Colton climbed into the bed beside me then turned off the light. He pulled me into his arms.

“Let’s get some sleep,” he whispered then kissed my forehead.

“What?” I gasped in shock. “What about you?”

“This was about you, beautiful. Not about me.”

He didn’t want to have sex with me? He just wanted to please me? What man was okay with pleasing a woman and not getting his own orgasm?

“Do you not want me?” I whispered.

“Of course, I want you,” he rubbed his hand flat against my stomach. “But I want to show you that I care about you.”

My heart skipped a beat and I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Wh… What?”

“You aren’t just a woman I want sex with, Hope. I’m going to prove it to you, beautiful.” He kissed the side of my head and pulled me closer to him.

“What do you want from me?” I asked sheepishly. Colton stilled and he took a deep breath.

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