Page 86 of Every Last Breath

To hell with it. If giving him what he needed to hear was going to give her what she needed to feel, so be it. “Yes.” A heated whisper. “And more. Okay?”

He flashed a triumphant grin, sexy as sin, and molten liquid pooled low in her belly on the wave of her own victory. This was a win-win where no one had to lose, but his smile was a tad too smug.

“Bite me, you egomaniac.”

“I’d rather eat you.”

Her toes curled into the carpet.

“Would you like that?” he asked, low and husky, his darkening eyes searching hers.

She clutched a handful of his damp hair, bringing his head back and chin up. “I’d like fewer questions and more action.” Their gazes held, challenging and smoldering. The draw to him was primal. “Rough, naughty action.” She let him go with no care for being gentle.

“I like it when you’re bossy and explicit. It’s really hot.”

His head dipped to the soft notch between her legs. He clutched her hips and smelled her, long and deep. Crazed butterflies took flight, winging about her belly.

“You smell so good, makes me want to taste you everywhere. Spread those gorgeous thighs wider for me.”

Loving it more when he was bossy and explicit, she did as he told her with a little thrill uncurling inside.

Then his mouth was on her so fast, she didn’t have a chance to take a breath.

She arched off the wall from the shock and pleasure.

This time, he didn’t tease. He licked and suckled and dragged his tongue along her seam, pressing all the right buttons. He was great at this and used to do it a lot when they’d been together. Not just because she’d loved it, but in his enthusiasm, he’d showed how much he really enjoyed it. A tough warrior yet a generous, attentive lover.

She writhed and whimpered, her fingers clutching his hair as if to pull him away while her palms cradled his head closer.

He brushed his lips across her inner thigh, nipping at her flesh.

“More,” she breathed, barely able to utter the single syllable.

“Say the magic word,” he ordered in a sinful tone that had her melting.

He was driving her crazy with desire. She’d say anything, even throw a pretty on top.

“Please.”

His husky laughter sent delicious vibrations over her. His fingers slid inside, stroking and scissoring. He threw her leg over his shoulder, and his hand gripped her bottom, urging her onto his greedy mouth.

She was at the brink, close, but not close enough. He latched onto her clit with his mouth and sent his wicked tongue over it, silk and sandpaper at the same time, and sucked hard. It tipped her over the edge and her body let go in an uncontrollable shudder.

He dragged her quivering body to the floor and trailed a path with hot kisses on her hip bone, stomach, breasts, throat.

Before his lips reached her mouth, she rolled on top of him and skimmed her cheek across the line of soft hair from his belly button to the patch of dark curls between his legs. She took him in her mouth, determined to give as good as she’d gotten. The scent of him, the familiar taste permeated her senses. Hearing his gritty, guttural sounds filled her with a joy she’d never experienced with another, the power rush of owning his pleasure, absorbing the raw urgency in each blunt fingertip pressing against her scalp.

“God, you’re incredible.”

Breathing him in, she swallowed more of his length, letting him tickle her throat. She remembered the way he liked it. How much pressure, when to squeeze the base of his shaft or to use no hands, taking him deeper, how to turn him inside out and have him cry her name.

“Maddox,” he said on a hiss, as if hanging on by a thread. He hauled her up and reversed their positions, tucking her beneath him. “I need to be inside you.”

“Condom,” she breathed, dizzy with excitement.

“I’m good. Clean.” He stroked her hair and stared in her eyes. “We should’ve had this conversation already. I’d prefer to feel you without one.”

She always used a condom with meat, but this was different. This was Cole. She yearned for the full sensation of him, the variances of texture—each ridge and bulging vein, his unfiltered male heat, the feel of him coming inside her. There was nothing better.