“I tried not to,” he admitted. “But yes, I did.” Cole’s lips brushed over my hipbone, his fingers digging into my ass. “And I’m about to find out if what I imagined you tasting like is real.”
“Cole, you don’t have to do that. It might take a while.”
I hadn’t been with anyone other than my vibrator in a long time, but even when I had been, I wasn’t someone who came easily. Too much went on in my head for me to let go.
“You’re right.” He pulled my legs apart with infinite gentleness, making sure to lift my ankle first. “I don’t have to do anything. Putting my mouth on you? I want to do that. My mouth is watering, Rayne. I want to feel you come all over my tongue, and I don’t care how long it takes. Even if you don’t come, I want my face soaked with you.”
I swore and felt his smile pressing into my inner thigh before he put his mouth on me. Tiny, delicate strokes of his tongue, teasing my clit and lower, tracing my entrance. My breath shuddered. “Cole.”
As if my name unlocked him, he sucked on my clit, groaning like he’d been starving and I was his favorite meal. “Rayne.” He whispered my name into my skin. “Fuck me, I want to drown in you.”
“I—” I swallowed against the thick lump in my throat. I’d been cold out there, but my body had drenched me in sweat to try to compensate. I hadn’t showered in days now. No matter what he said, this couldn’t be fun for him.
My legs tried to close, and he tapped my inner thigh. “Don’t even think about it.”
I closed my eyes.
He moved, and the light shifted. “Look at me.”
Cole was back over me, face-to-face. “I lost you. Where’d you go?”
I just shook my head. It was a beautiful moment. We’d joked about ruining it, but here I was, actually ruining it. Nerves exploded in my stomach, and my gaze flickered away to the ceiling. The fire. Anything else but him.
“Rayne.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I need you to hear me. Are you listening?”
“Yeah.”
His cheek brushed mine. “I don’t know what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours or what it’s telling you. Whether it’s about you or me or what I want, it’s not my voice. Understand?”
I nodded, emotion scraping my insides.
“I see you,” he whispered. “I see all of you. The cracks in the mask you try to hide because I have those same cracks.”
“Cole.”
He kissed me, stealing my breath and the words out of my mouth. “Do you trust me?”
How could I not trust him? Cole Phillips took a bullet to save my friends. He hid me when I had no other place to go. He risked his own life to save mine. “Yes.”
“Good. You take care of everyone else. Let me take care of you.”
That made a smile spread over my face in spite of my nerves. “Sex is taking care of me?”
“Absolutely, it is. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I wasn’t finished with my meal.”
He was between my legs again in a second, using his tongue on me in ways I’d never felt before. Heat bloomed in my gut. Cole knew what he was doing. “Do I even want to know how you know how to do this so well?”
Cole chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh making me gasp. “I don’t know what you mean. But I’ll tell you I practiced on a pillow.”
“Bullshit.” An impossible laugh burst out of me, and then I wasn’t laughing, because Cole’s tongue curled under my clit and made me see sparks in the air that weren’t from our fire.
There was no more talking after that. My eyes closed, heat burst outward, and I sank into myself. Cole proved he wasn’t joking when he said he didn’t care about time or progress. He consumed me with a fervor I didn’t understand and still didn’t fully believe.
One shoulder pushed under my good leg, giving deeper access. Even more when he shoved his hands under my ass and held me like the feast he thought I was.
Gentle and then not. Fierce and then retreating. I wasn’t sure how I could describe a tongue as loving, but that’s what it felt like.
I opened my eyes and found Cole’s eyes on mine. More heat in them than the fire beside us. He slid his hands out from under me, locking our fingers together, anchoring me. Pulling me toward him. Giving me the strength and support I needed to let go completely.