Page 19 of The Best Shot

His hands moved to my hips, my thighs, the button of my jeans. I lifted my hips so he could pull them down, taking my underwear with them. And then I was naked on Ava’s living room floor with Hale between my legs and Annie passed out on the couch ten feet away.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured.

“You.”

“Be specific.”

My brain was wine-soaked and want-heavy. “Your hands. Your mouth. I don’t care. Just make me come.”

He smiled against my skin. “Dealer’s choice?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

Then his mouth was on my pussy, hot and wet and fucking skilled. No teasing. He ate me like a starving man, tongue flicking my clit, two thick fingers sliding deep, curling just right. I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming.

He held my hips down while I bucked, licking and sucking until my thighs shook around his head and I came so hard my vision went white. He didn’t stop until I was a trembling, dripping mess.

When he finally kissed his way back up my body, I could barely speak.

“Okay?” he asked.

I nodded, still breathless. “Condom?”

“Wallet.”

He reached for his jeans, pulled one out, rolled it on. Then he was back over me, braced on his forearms. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

He pushed in slow, so damn slow, giving me time to adjust. I hummed at the stretch, the fullness after so long with nothing but my own hand and battery power feeling so fucking good.

I wrapped my legs around him, hands digging into his shoulders, and let myself disappear into it.

“Shit,” he breathed. “You feel⁠—”

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He moved with careful control, gentle and intense at once, like he was holding himself back but barely.

“Hale.”

“Yeah?”

“You can—” I rocked my hips up. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

His expression sharpened. “Sure?”

“Please.”

That was all it took.

He adjusted his angle, gripped my hip with one hand, and started moving faster. Harder. Pounding strokes that hit every spot. He fucked me the way I needed it, the wet slap of skin and my choked moans filling the room.

“That’s it,” he murmured against my ear. “Let go.”

I did.

I came again, clenching around him so tight he groaned my name and followed right behind me, burying himself deep as he pulsed inside.