Page 87 of Ride or Die

I part my thighs further, wanting him closer, and when his hips shift against me, his hard length grazes my center and my head falls back into the pillow, my mouth parting on a soft moan.

“Shhh.” Cole seals my mouth with his, swallowing my sounds when he does it again, and again, each thrust of his hips hitting me just right and sending a flame of desire through my body.

Dipping his hand into the waist of my shorts, Cole growls when his fingers reach my center, and he rips his lips from mine, pulling back just enough to stare deep into my eyes.

“Chrissake, Clara,” he bites out. “You’re so fuckin’ wet.” He trails his thick middle finger up and down my slit, studying me closely as he does. “Is this okay?”

I nod, closing my eyes when his thumb finds my clit, rubbing it slowly, but with the perfect amount of pressure. I swear I see stars.

“Ohmygod,” I choke out.

“I know, I know,” he coos in a way that warms my veins. “You’re so needy, huh?”

I nod frantically, moaning again.

“You gotta be quiet, baby,” he murmurs against the corner of my mouth, peppering kisses across my cheek before I feel his breath fan against the shell of my ear. “Can you be quiet for me?”

I clamp my bottom lip between my teeth, stifling my own sounds when I feel the tip of his finger slide into me, and I nod again, closing my eyes so tight.

“That’s my good fuckin’ girl,” he gruffs into my ear, easing his finger in and out, edging deeper with every pass as he continues rubbing my clit. “So tight and warm.”

God, I’msoclose. Already. Embarrassingly close. The coil in the pit of my belly is starting to tighten, tingles surging up and down my limbs.

Cole kisses his way back to my mouth, tongue sliding between my lips and thrusting deep inside as he slides a second finger inside of me making me mewl with need.

“Can I taste you?”

I freeze from his whispered question, pulling away from his lips to meet his eyes. “T-taste me?”

He nods, and I see the hint of a devilish smirk ghost his lips.

“You mean…” I trail off, unable to say the words.

He nods again, dimples popping as his smirk morphs into a full-watt grin. Leaning in close again, he grazes my lips as he says, “I wanna eat your pussy, darlin.”

I swallow hard, trying not to openly freak out, but my silence and the way my entire body stiffens must be a dead giveaway judging by the way Cole’s smile disappears, replaced by a stark look of worry.

“Hey, baby, it’s okay,” he whispers. “We don’t have to.”

“No, I—” Stopping myself, I lick my lips, thinking of my words. “It’s okay, I’ve just… I’ve never?—”

Cole’s eyes flare, causing me to stop mid-sentence. “You’ve…never?”

I shake my head, suddenly mortified because, yes, I’m thirty-three years old and I’ve never had a man go down on me.

Cole’s eyes turn hard, brows knitting, a deep crease burrowing between them as he steadies me with a steely look. I immediately assume he’s angry at me, but then he cups my cheek so contradictingly tender, searching my eyes. “Baby,pleaselet me,” he begs, kissing my lips. “I want it more thananything.” Another kiss. “Let me be the first man to taste you.”Kiss. “Theonlyfuckin’ man to taste you.”Kiss. “Ever.” His kiss turns searing, his tongue lapping into my mouth in a way that sparks a flame low in my belly.

I’m nodding, despite the trepidation that twists in my chest.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” I pant out. “Actually, no!”

He stills, pulling back again, quirking one brow, understandably confused.

“Ohmygod, I don’t know.” I groan, covering my face with my hand.

“Clara.” Cole says my name like it’s a warning, his gruff voice low and gravelly. Wrapping his fingers around my wrist, he gently yet forcefully pulls my hand away. “Look at me.”