Page 94 of The Best Shot

I waited just long enough for her to feel the absence. Only then did I lower my mouth and lick, one long, flat drag over her wetness.

Fuck, she tasted good.

I’d meant to make her wait. That had been the whole point. Then she made that broken little sound, and I went back for more.

Again.

Again.

She arched hard off the bed, and I settled in like I had all night. Broad strokes, tight circles, sucking gently on her clit, then harder when she started grinding against my tongue.

She flooded my mouth, salt and heat and her. Every moan, every twitch of her thighs, every time she said my name like she couldn’t help it, I gave her more. I held on tighter and kept her right there, where it was almost too much.

“You have any idea what you sound like?” I asked, dragging my mouth over her inner thigh.

She made another ruined little noise.

“Yeah,” I said. “That. Keep doing that. Let me hear you.”

I kissed her clit then gave it a quick flick. I couldn’t help myself. I liked her on my tongue.

Another long drag, then I sucked.

Her back bowed. A string of soft, desperate sounds spilled out. My name once, fractured—then nothing coherent. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she let me have her like that.

She broke, thighs quaking, a choked cry tearing from her throat while she held onto that headboard like her only tether.

I worked her through it, gentling only when the tremors turned languid.

Yasmine was always half somewhere else, composing the shot, reading the room, working out what something meant. Right now she was nowhere but here. With me. Holding on because I’d asked her to.

“You did so good,” I murmured, pressing soft kisses against her heated skin. “Held on the whole time.”

“More,” she said, voice rough.

Heat punched low in my gut.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Greedy.”

“For you?” Her mouth curved. “Apparently.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Hale. I want to feel you.”

Yasmine Valentine was going to break me.

I slid my hands over her hips. “Turn over for me. On your knees.”

She went easily, lifting her ass, knees spreading wider on the sheets. Her hands went right back to the headboard before I said anything.

I didn’t comment on that.

I knelt behind her, one hand pressing at the small of her back until she settled deeper into the arch. I rubbed my dick along her cunt once, twice, then pushed in slow, jaw tight by the time I was all the way in.