Page 61 of When I Come Home

He's not asking me—hell, he's not even daring me. He's commanding me to do as I'm told. To retrace the touches of the men who came before him so he can replace them with his own.

Tentatively, I run my fingers across my chest and circle my nipples. They're still as hard as they were when he was twisting them moments ago and I wonder what he can do to them that he hasn't already done. It's a fleeting thought, one that disappears when his hot mouth closes around one and sucks it, his tongue flicking and lips pulling hard.

I moan, grabbing onto the back of his head to hold him to me. He releases a deep, guttural growling noise in response and it's like pouring gasoline on a fire that's already burning down the world.

The injustice of our situation prickles painfully at the edges of my mind. How unfair it is that this is the first time we've been with each other this way. How my heart has always belonged to him despite the time and distance that have separated us. And how, for six years, my body has been on loan to undeserving men when it should have only been with Cole instead.

“Now where?” he asks, releasing one nipple only to bite the other.

My back arches off the bed, words lost to me.

He takes his mouth off my breasts, only to replace it with his fingers. “I asked you a question, Thea.”

“I can't think when you're touching me,” I admit on a shaky breath.

He smirks, fingers stilling. “Want me to stop?”

“No.” My hand shoots out to grip his wrist, keeping his hand where it is. “Please don't.”

“So damn needy.”

I don't even have the mental wherewithal to be embarrassed. I'm too far gone. One kiss and some nipple play and I'm a mess of shameless desire.

“Where else, Thea?” His fingers travel south down my body, over my abdomen, circling my belly button, before stroking down to my pubic bone. “You let them touch you here?”

The heat radiating from his skin makes my clit throb even though he isn't touching it yet. I nod vigorously, aching for him to claim it for himself just as he did with my lips and breasts.

“You're so fucking desperate for it.” He says it like an insult, but he's looking at me with pride. My responsiveness is pleasing him and I'm damn sure going to do all I can to keep him looking at me like that. So, I confirm his statement with a slow nod of my head.

His eyes blaze and his nostrils flare at my agreement. “Anyone eaten your pussy before, Thea?”

I hesitate and he knows instantly the answer is yes.

“Who?”

“Aiden.”

“Motherfucker.” Cole fists the sheets on either side of us, his knuckles white with his obvious jealousy. “Did he make you come?”

“No.” And there's that look again, the pleased one, like I'm doing something right and he's proud of me for it.

“That makes you happy,” I say, trembling as the pad of his middle finger presses ever so slightly against my clit.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, it really fucking does.”

“Why?”

Shifting down the bed, he settles between my legs, hooking his hands under my thighs to rest them on his shoulders.

“Because I'm a selfish man.” He says it simply and without regret. “And I don't want anyone other than me knowing what it sounds like when you scream.”

Then, he's pushing my panties to the side and sucking my clit into his mouth. His tongue flicks and licks at me in the most intense, head-spinning of rhythms. He doesn't start out soft or build me up slowly. He attacks with the full force of his power.

I raise my head to look at him as my hand moves down to caress the side of his stubbled face. I can't help myself. I need to touch him like I need my heart to beat. I'm craving having him inside me, the connection of our bodies, the bonding of our souls. But god, what he's doing to me now feels too damn good to stop.

He splays his hand out over my pelvis, using two fingers to spread my lips apart.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” he mutters, more to himself than me and I give up trying to watch.

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