Page 101 of Before We Break

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

I swipe my thumb over her bottom lip, smearing her pink lipstick. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to fucking devour you.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” she says in a breathy whisper. “Why stop now?”

“Mm. Mouthy little thing.” I grab a handful of her ass and roughly squeeze. “You’re gonna regret that.”

Her cheek brushes mine as she leans closer, her lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. “Make me.”

CLIO

I retreat, watching the exact moment when Noah’s mask slips. All signs of detachment and restraint have melted away; in their place is a ravenous beast, and he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal.

A feral sound crawls out of his throat as he lifts me into his arms and sets me on the edge of the counter. I heave out uneven breaths through my kiss-swollen lips, and his name escapes on a desperate exhalation.

His large palms glide up my parted thighs, sending my pulse skyrocketing. When he reaches the apex, he grips the seam of my tights and pulls. A tearing sound fills the silent space between us, and I gasp as a gust of cool air ghosts between my legs.

“What the hell,” I squeal.

“Easy access, baby.”

His deft fingers slide up my wet center, pausing when he reaches my sensitive clit, and he swallows my gasp, taking my mouth in a rough kiss. I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to hold onto any scrap of him I can find, like he could disappear at any second.

Because he could. This is all temporary.

Everything is temporary.

The sinking feeling doesn’t have a chance to take root as Noah grabs a fistful of my hair and forces my head back.

He brings his fingers to my lips. “Taste yourself.”

I should be disgusted by the suggestion, but it only makes me wetter. As I part my lips, his fingers slip inside my mouth, gliding against my tongue. The bitter taste of my arousal makes me shudder. Closing my eyes, I swirl my tongue around his fingers, sucking on them.

His hand drops away, and he kisses me again, his tongue sweeping against mine like he’s chasing the flavor.

All too soon, he pulls back, taking his warmth with him. My eyes snap open at the loss, and I watch on bated breath as Noah takes several measured steps backward and sinks into the leather chair I vacated only minutes ago. Everything happens in slow motion.

He grips his shaft through his jeans, drawing my attention to his hard length straining against the seam. His other hand pats the armrest. “Climb up here and sit on my face.”

A giggle travels up my throat, and I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to, but Noah’s not laughing with me, and now I’m feeling self-conscious.

“You won’t like what happens if you make me wait.”

“You’re serious?”

“As a fucking heart attack, baby. I’ve been dreaming about that pretty pussy for days.”

I hop down from my perch, stopping in front of the reclined leather seat. My gaze darts between the arms of the chair as I do mental calculations to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to make this work.

Noah sits up, his grip on my hips punishing as he hoists me onto his lap. I brace my hands on his shoulders to stop the forward motion. He helps me into position with one knee on either armrest, hands clutching the top of the chair. My skirt bunches up around my belly, and Noah slides lower, putting him at eye level with my needy pussy.

“Look at you. Fucking dripping for me.”

A response lingers on the tip of my tongue, but it turns into a moan as Noah’s hands snake behind my thighs, and he tugs me down so I’m sitting on his face. I nearly lose my balance at the unexpected shift, but I manage to save myself.

My knees quake as he licks up the length of my slit through the opening in my tights, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs. His stubble provides a delicious friction with each swipe of his tongue as I squirm in his hold.

I feel the vibrations as he groans against my sex before his lips surround my clit and he sucks it into his mouth, causing an electric current to shoot through my body from my toes all the way to the tips of my fingers.