Page 48 of The Heart Breaker

“You nervous?” he asks, his hand sliding higher up my thigh.

“No,” I reply even as my legs shake.

He hums as his fingers find the edge of my panties and slips beneath them. My breath catches when he drags his knuckle through my slit, making my knees buckle.

“Fuck,” he mutters, sounding irritated as his eyes flick back to mine. “You’re soaked.”

He grabs the back of my thigh and hikes it higher, opening me up to him, and a gasp slips out before I can stop it.

“You hear that?” he murmurs, dragging two fingers through my slick pussy again and again.

Heat spreads under my skin, my stomach pulling tight in a way I’d deny with my dying breath. God, I hate that he knows exactly how much I want this.

“Fucking dripping,” he mutters with a groan. His finger presses inside me, and my head falls back against the tree. “Forme.”

I want to slap him.

I want him to shut the hell up.

I want him to keep talking.

I want him inside me again.

And I hate him for every single one of those things.

He drops to his knees before I can get another word out. He lifts my dress over my ass and grips my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me.

“Cole—” I choke out, but the words die in my throat the second he pulls my panties aside and puts his mouth on me.

My head knocks back against the tree when his tongue drags through me, and the second he finds the spot that makes my body light up, a desperate moan tears out of my throat that I pray no one hears.

I can’t believe I’m letting him do this to me again.

His fingers dig harder into my thighs, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. “For someone who claims to hate me,” he murmurs against my skin, “you moan awfully loud for me.”

“Fuck—you—I do hate you,” I gasp, but the words fall apart when he sucks my clit into his mouth and another wave of pleasure hits me, settling deep into my bones.

He groans against me when my legs buckle, forcing my thighs apart, eating me with a hunger I’ve never experienced.

Goddamn it. He shouldn’t be this good. He shouldn’t know exactly what to do with his mouth to make me come apart.

His hands lock around my thighs, his thumbs digging into my skin as he eats me out, and—oh fuck—I’m close.

Way too close.

Humiliatingly close.

A frustrated sound catches in my throat because… what the fuck? It normally takes me forever to come unless I use my bullet vibrator, and that thing gets me there faster than any guy ever has.

But Cole might actually beat it.

My thighs clamp around his head, and the low sound that comes out of him only makes it worse before he closes his mouth over my clit and sucks. Heat tears through me so fast I have to slide my fingers into his hair to keep myself upright.

“Oh God,” I breathe, tipping my head back against the tree, and he answers by sucking harder and sliding two fingers inside me.

It feels like he’s trying to break me apart piece by piece, like we’re fighting for control, and God help me… he’s winning.

He flicks his tongue exactly where I need him, and the tension inside me snaps. Heat tears through my whole body as I come on his tongue and fingers, hard enough to make me see white, pulling a helpless whimper out of me.