Page 58 of Can't Stop Watching
Oh. My. God.
His hand slides down my abdomen, callused fingers trailing fire across my skin. I'm trying to breathe normally, but it's like my lungs have forgotten how to function. Each inch he travels south makes my heart rate spike another ten beats per minute. By the time he reaches between my legs, I might as well be running a marathon.
Two fingers slide into me without warning, and I gasp, my back arching involuntarily. Holy shit. The sensation is overwhelming—stretching, filling, his fingers curving inside me like he already knows exactly where to touch.
When he withdraws them, they're coated with evidence of just how ready I am. My face burns, but I can't look away as Dane maintains eye contact while deliberately rubbing my wetness along the length of his cock.
It's literally the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. The room suddenly feels about a thousand degrees warmer.
"Fuck," I breathe, because my brain has apparently lost access to my vocabulary.
His eyes darken further, if that's even possible. "That's the idea."
If I weren't already flat on my back, my knees would have given out.
"I think..." I swallow, trying to find my voice, "I think I'm sufficiently prepared for the challenge, detective."
Dane's lips quirk into that half-smile that makes my stomach do gymnastics. "One can never be too safe. I think I need to make triple sure."
The look in his eyes—hungry, predatory—sends a shiver straight through me. Before I can come up with a witty comeback, he's moving downward, trailing hot kisses from my breasts to my abdomen.
"What are you—" I start, but my question dissolves into a gasp as his mouth reaches the sensitive skin of my lower belly. My hands instinctively tangle in his hair.
Every nerve ending in my body is suddenly on high alert. This was not how I expected the night to go when I knocked on his door an hour ago, but holy hell, I'm not complaining.
"Dane," I breathe, because apparently that's the only word my brain can form right now.
He glances up at me, those steel-gray eyes practically glowing in the dim light. The sight of him between my thighs is enough to make my heart skip several beats.
"Problem?" he asks, his breath hot against my most sensitive spot.
I shake my head frantically. "Absolutely zero problems here. Proceed with your safety inspection."
Then his mouth is on me, and—Jesus Christ—I nearly come off the bed. My back arches involuntarily as his tongue slides against me with devastating precision. For a man who seems so rigid in everyday life, he's surprisingly fluid in this department.
"Oh my god," I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair.
It's like he's mapping me out, discovering exactly what makes me squirm and then doubling down on it. When he slides one finger inside me while his tongue circles my clit, I make a sound I've never heard myself make before—half moan, half whimper.
Two fingers now, curving upward while his mouth continues its relentless assault, and I'm seeing actual stars. The pressure builds almost painfully fast, tension coiling tighter and tighter in my lower belly.
"I'm gonna—" I try to warn him, but he just intensifies his efforts, and suddenly I'm shattering. The orgasm rips through me with enough force to arch my back completely off the bed, a stream of profanities tumbling from my lips as waves of pleasure pulse outward from my core.
When I finally come back to myself, gasping and trembling, Dane is looking up at me with a smug expression that in any other context would make me want to smack him.
"Safety check complete," he says, his voice rough. "I think you're ready now."
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DANE
Iwatch her come undone, her body arching, those perfect pink lips parted in pleasure. Something primal stirs in me, the urge to flip her over, grab her hips, and drive into her until she screams. To whisper filthy things in her ear that would make her blush and beg.
But I rein it in. Hard.
This isn't some random hookup. This is Lila. And the haunted look I saw in her eyes when I pushed too far tells me everything I need to know. Whatever happened with that teacher scared her, and I won't be another man who takes instead of gives. Not unless she asks.
So I crawl up her body slowly, letting her catch her breath, watching the flush spread across her chest and cheeks. Her eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide.
