Page 83 of Before We Break

“Oh god.”

The first finger enters her slowly, her slick pussy allowing me entry. I pull back and add a second, crooking them inside of her while I continue to swirl and suck on the sensitive bud. She clenches around me, something between a moan and a whimper slipping past her lips. The only downside of this position is not being able to watch her face when she comes apart.

This. This is why once will never be enough. I need to have her every possible way.

“Noah. Oh shit. It feels… I think I’m gonna…” Hearing her say my name in the throes of ecstasy has my cock straining against my jeans.

I add more pressure but keep the same pace as her thighs begin to quake. “That’s it. Come for me, baby.”

I was wholly unprepared for just how hard and fast Clio would fall apart. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers, setting free a gush of liquid sex. I lap it up eagerly, tongue-fucking her through the intense orgasm until she collapses against the counter.

I pull myself to standing and wrap my arms around her, holding her body flush against mine as she catches her breath. Her eyes are glazed over, her lips parted. She looks like a wet dream come to life, only this is so much better than any fantasy my mind could deliver.

“Hoooo my god,” she says on a sigh. “Did I just squirt?”

“Mhm.

“Wow. I didn’t know I could do that.”

“I’m not done with you yet.”

She shivers against me, and I relish the way her body responds. I have her right where I want her, so why does it feel like I’m the one at her mercy?

CLIO

I text Callie to let her know I won’t be able to make it tonight, and I follow Noah to my bedroom, vibrating with nervous energy as I brace myself for what comes next.

Noah sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows with his legs spread. His jeans are pulled taut against his thick thighs, causing my heart to skitter as an almost palpable tension crackles in the quiet space between us.

“Strip.” The gruff command intensifies the pulsing between my thighs before reality grabs hold of me in a suffocating grip.

I walk back toward the door and reach for the light switch.

“Don’t. I want to see you.”

My hand trembles as I lower it. This is the moment everything falls apart. “Noah, I can’t.”

His gaze darkens as he strides toward me with purpose; there’s something so confident and determined in his gait. I press my back to the wall, not out of fear, but because I need something—anything—to steady me.

The warmth of his body envelopes me as he takes both of my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head. The other skates down my body from the side of my breast down my hips in one long tantalizing glide. My nipples pebble beneath my clothes as a shiver travels up my spine.

“What are you so afraid of?” His warm breath ghosts over my cheek. “It’s just me.”

I pull in a shaky breath and blow it out. “Nobody’s seen me naked before. Not like this. Not this body, anyway.”

He releases my hands and cups my cheek. “You’re a woman now, baby. You have curves and softness in all the right places. There isn’t a single part of you I won’t love.”

Don’t dwell on that last word, Clio. He didn’t mean anything by it.

“But—”

His soft lips press to mine. It’s a slow unraveling—a delicious distraction. My eyelids drift shut. His tongue glides against the seam, and I open for him. It’s not long before I’m completely lost to the kiss— to the gentle give and take. It’s so different from before, like he’s taking his time trying to learn what makes me quiver, and Noah Weston is a star pupil.

I barely register the first strap sliding off my shoulder, or the second. Cool air rises up to greet me as the fabric pools on the floor at my feet. I gasp and rush to cover myself.

When I glance up at Noah, his eyes are closed.

“I won’t look until you’re ready.” He releases me and takes two measured steps back, then his hands find the hem of his shirt, and he tugs it off over his head.