Page 3 of Verdict

I always had.

Cohen’s amber eyes never left mine as his hands slid up my arms. He cupped my jaw, tilting my face up toward his.

“You sure you still want this?” he asked quietly, brushing his lips against mine.

I trailed my hands up his broad chest, grabbing the chain that hung around his neck, pulling him closer with a nod.

That was all it took.

The kiss was instantly desperate—feral—like we’d been holding back for far too long.

Only about ten years too long, but who's counting?

He was everywhere at once, hands in my hair, pulling me closer as if he couldn’t get enough. I slid my hands under his shirt, raking my nails down his chiseled stomach. He stepped back only long enough to tug his shirt over his head before crashing back into me.

I bit his lower lip. He groaned, the sound vibrating straight through me.

Clothes disappeared in a rush—mine first, then his—until I stood in nothing but lace, grateful I’d chosen this set tonight. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he took me in.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re beautiful, Ava.”

A sly grin spread. “Take your pants off, Jordan.”

He dropped his head back on a laugh as he shoved his jeans down, leaving him in black boxer briefs, hard and unmistakably interested. I glanced down despite myself.

He caught it. “Well?” he asked, smirking. “You going to do something about it, Trouble?”

I shrugged. “Not until you give me a reason to. Right now…” I met his gaze. “I want you on your knees. For me.” I instructed, pointing toward the ground.

His eyes flared. “Fuck me. I’m screwed,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face.

Instead of obeying, he wrapped his arms around my legs and hauled me over his shoulder, carrying me straight into his bedroom.

Things blurred after that—heat, mouths, hands everywhere. Cohen didn’t take his time. He devoured me like a man starved. He lay me on the bed, pulled me to the edge, shoved my thighs apart, and dropped to his knees.

Good boy.

My legs shook as he lapped at me, mouth skilled and relentless. He tongue-fucked me until I couldn’t hang on any longer. His mouth, his fingers, it was all too much. The pressure coiled low in my spine, tightening fast. When he slid another finger inside me, curling just right, I came embarrassingly quickly, screaming his name as the orgasm tore through me.

He gave me one last lick before standing. “You’re probably my new favorite flavor.”

I laughed softly—absolutely wrecked—as I pushed to my elbows, looking down at him, eyes hooded. “You win. That was reason enough.”

Still on my back, I shifted so my head hung off the edge of the bed. Cohen caught on immediately, standing over me, thick and hard.

“You think you can take it all, baby?” he asked.

I narrowed my eyes in challenge. “Only one way to find out.”

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock as the rest of him disappeared into my mouth. I took him deep, dragging my teeth gently along his shaft, earning a broken groan as he braced himself on the bed. I pulled back just enough to lick along his length before taking him again, faster this time.

His control snapped, and he took over, thrusting until I was arched off the edge of the bed, heat pooling low in my belly. I moaned around him. His thighs tensed up, and he stepped back away from the bed, slipping his cock from my mouth.

I sat up, wiping my mouth with a satisfied smile. "I wasn't done."

Cohen looked slightly unhinged as he pushed me back onto the bed, hovering over me before kissing me hard. “I always knew that smart mouth had other talents. But as much as I would love my cum down your throat, I want to be inside of you.” He kissed his way down my body, mouth closing over my breast while his hand teased the other. I arched into him, breath catching.

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Fuck me,” I demanded. “Now.” I was tired of waiting.