Page 104 of Colliding with Ten

His fingers made slow strokes at my core, sliding through the slick warmth. “Jesus, Callahan.” His eyes found mine. “This is all for me?”

My cheeks heated at the embarrassing level of wetness. “Oh, God.”

He shook his head, beaming. “Nah, he’s not here right now, and I’m not sharing.”

Embarrassed, I squirmed under him, but his fingers latched onto my hips to keep me from moving away, as he circled my clit with his thumb.

“No. I wanna taste you first,” he said with a teasing grin, making me drip even more.

Inserting his fingers slowly, he curled them inside me, finding the spot that made my back bow off the mattress. Every tremor in my hips or hitch in my breath made him respond with more. Realizing he was reacting to everything I loved almost undid me faster than what he was doing.

“Lennox,” I groaned, and my legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

His mouth replaced his fingers, and he moaned at the taste of me. It shook through my core. His tongue explored, going agonizingly slow. Every time I got close, he’d ease back to keep me trembling, suspended, my fingers twisting in the sheets. Then he’d come back with more, his tongue, his fingers, both working together like he’d known my body more than one night.

“Please,” I breathed.

He looked up at me from between my thighs, his lips glistening from my arousal.

“Say that again.”

“No—”

“Say it again, Callahan.”

He applied more pressure with his tongue on my clit.

“Please.” I was begging for my sanity. “Don’t take it away.”

He smiled. “I’m not taking anything away. I just want you to remember this.”

He came back with more, and I trembled harder, but this time he didn’t let up. He matched it. Fed it. His fingers curled deeper, his mouth pressed closer, and the tension in my core wound so tight I couldn’t breathe.

I finally came apart with a cry that I didn’t try to muffle, my body convulsing in waves, legs tightening around him. His hands steadied on my hips, his mouth gentling but not leaving, letting me ride it out against him until my breathing came back in ragged pulls and my legs loosened their grip.

He kissed his way back up my body, stopping to graze his teeth against my nipples. I was still shaking when he reached my lips and kissed me, making me taste myself on him. The flavor of salt and tang on my tongue, along with his ragged breathing, broke the final wall between us.

Pulling back, he looked at me. His thumb traced my bottom lip, and his eyes were doing that Hollywood prince charming thing again, where he looks at you like you’re the one, and I just couldn’t believe that this was my life.

“Am I losing you?” he asked.

I chuckled. My body was still trembling, and this devastating man thought I’d checked out after giving me the best orgasm of my life. “I’m very good. I’m concerned about how good.”

The corner of his mouth quirked. “Concerned?”

“You’ve set a standard.” I pulled him back down to me. “And now I have expectations.”

He smiled against my mouth. “I can work with that.”

I kissed him again. One wasn’t enough, two wouldn’t be either. Tonight, no number would satisfy me. I tried to memorize the shape of his mouth. My hands grazed his neck and shoulders. One of his hands braced beside my head, the other caressed my breast.

I stopped kissing him. “I want to see all of you.”

He pulled back to look at me. “Are you sure?”

Wait. Had he just intended to please me and do nothing else?

“We are doing this.”