“Oh my God!” My head fell back.
This was what I had wanted, what I’d dreamed of.
But the feeling he created wasn’t just from the grinding of his tongue; there was the added incentive of his finger, one that plunged its entire length, at a pace that was firing up something within me.
A combination I never anticipated, especially not like this.
Yet it all was working together, my orgasm on the brink of explosion. I just needed a few more swipes; my body was tingling toward the peak, my mind concentrating on that fragile spot, waiting for its fulfillment before everything except my clit and ass turned numb.
And when that happened, his tongue giving me the amount of friction I needed, his finger setting off its own kind of smolder, I began to shudder.
“Colson!” This wasn’t a ripple through my stomach. This was completely consuming, entirely stimulating, a surge that swelled from my face to my toes, settling in the middle, where it carried on. “Oh! Fuck! Me!”
What typically lasted only a second or two extended far beyond.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t think.
The only thing I could do was yell, “Yes,” over and over.
I knew my body had thirsted for this, but the result wasn’t anything I had been prepared for.
The shudders turned to quivers, racking my navel, my limbs trembling, stealing the air from me, so when the stillness came, I could only whisper, “Fuck.” That was all I had left.
He kissed my pussy.
The tip of his tongue tenderly licked from bottom to top.
And when my stare met his, his lips glistening, he said, “Let me do that again. Fuck, Sophie, please.”
His finger was still inside me, his tongue close, but not on me.
A man with his level of experience knew a woman needed a second.
I took that brief pause to reach behind me, grabbing hold of his wrist and gently pulling until his hand was no longer near me. Now that I was freed from every part of Colson, I took a step back.
“What are you doing?” He reached for me, but I wasn’t within his grasp.
When I could, I smiled, the expression taking time since the spasms were still owning me. “If you think a submissive woman enters a room without a plan, you’re highly mistaken. Don’t question my intelligence, Colson. I don’t do anything without a purpose, including this.”
His brows furrowed in the moonlight, and I was sure he recognized some of my statement since it mimicked one of his.
“What are you saying?”
“I have two words for you.” I took another step back.
“Which are?”
I pulled down my skirt and walked to the door. “Good night.” I let the door slam behind me.
SEVENTEEN
COLSON
The sound of my phone didn’t wake me; my hard-on had kept me up since Sophie had left my room. But a call at seven o’clock in the morning did surprise me, considering everyone I loved was on the West Coast and it was the middle of the night there. I grabbed my cell off the nightstand, relief flooding through me when I saw Walker’s name instead of my ex’s.
I swiped my finger across the screen and held the phone to my ear. “What’s going on, Walker?”
