Page 151 of The Heart Breaker

And he lovesme.

The thought makes me grin, and I have a feeling he knows what I’m thinking because he grins back while shoving his jeans down.

I need him so desperately. Need him like I’ve never needed anything or anyone before, but the second he leans in, I lift my foot and press my heel lightly to his chest, stopping him.

His brows pull together, and I shake my head. “You don’t get me that easily.”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “I already told you I love you, Prescott. What more do I need to do?”

I tilt my head and let my gaze drag over him, over the hard lines of his body, the ink, the way he’s looking at me, and I feel my clit throb.

“Get on your knees,” I say.

His brows shoot up for half a second, but then he drops without another word, kneeling between my legs.

A shaky breath leaves me as I gather my dress in my fists and drag it slowly up my thighs, over my hips, opening my legs wider for him. His eyes drop immediately, locking on the black lace between them, and the look on his face nearly makes me come.

I pull my panties aside, baring myself to him, and a rough groan tears out of him.

“You want me to eat your pussy?” His hands slide under my thighs and spread them wider, then he drags me down the bed until I’m right at the edge and his face is right there between my legs. The scrape of his stubble against my inner thigh drives me insane, and when his nose brushes my clit, I suck in a breath.“Prescott,” he says, glancing up at me, “all you had to do was ask. You know I have an oral fixation.”

He runs his tongue along my pussy, and I moan, my fingers twisting into the sheets.

“Cole,” I gasp, already breathless.

He doesn’t answer. Just keeps eating me, licking me—devouring me—as his hands tighten on my thighs when I squirm, holding me open for him while his mouth gets messier, hungrier, until I can’t do anything but grip his hair and take it.

“I’d fucking crawl through glass,” he pants, sucking my clit into his mouth, “for this pussy.”

“Fuck, Cole?—”

My hips jerks, and I tug at his hair. I’m not even sure if I’m trying to keep him there or pull him off. I don’t even know anymore. I can’t think. Can’t do anything but lie there boneless while he sucks on my clit, sliding two fingers inside me. He lifts his head to spit on my pussy and it drips through me, but he leans down and licks it right back up as he curls his fingers, and a broken cry tears out of me as the orgasm takes over my entire body, making my vision blur.

He doesn’t let up. Just keeps licking me through it, keeps his fingers inside me while I shake and squirm and try to pull away because it’s too much, too good, too intense.

“Oh god. Cole. I can’t?—”

I haul him off me, my chest heaving, and he lets me pull him up with a rough sound that goes straight through me. His mouth is still wet and the look of hunger in his eyes nearly makes me come all over again.

I hook a hand around his neck and drag him down with me, my nails scraping over his stomach hard enough to make him shudder. His mouth finds my throat, my collarbone, kissing and biting his way over my skin while his hands are everywhere atonce—on my waist, in my hair, under the hem of my dress until he’s tugging it up and over my head.

My hand slides down over him, and when I palm him through his boxers, his eyes lower and his breath stutters.

He slides my panties down while I reach back and unhook my bra, and the second I’m bare in front of him, his eyes move over me slowly, taking in every inch like he’s standing in front of a painting he can’t believe he gets to touch. The look on his face makes me feel dizzy. I’ve never felt more wanted than I do right now, standing here with Cole looking at me like that.

He cups my face in both hands and kisses me so gently it feels like he’s cherishing me, worshipping me, and my heart clenches, squeezing so tight it almost hurts.

I reach between us and shove his boxers down, and he breaks the kiss with a rough breath as he kicks them off the rest of the way. My hand wraps around him, and the sound he makes when I stroke him sends pleasure shooting between my legs.

His head drops to my shoulder, his teeth sinking lightly into my skin. “Fuck, Prescott. Quit teasing me.”

I smile and tighten my grip just enough to make his hips jerk. “Aw, poor baby,” I murmur, rubbing my thumb over the tip. “You gonna come already?”

A groan tears out of him, his forehead pressing into my shoulder. “Aurora?—”

I let him squirm for another second because, honestly, seeing Cole this undone over me is way too much fun, and then guide him where I want him.

His eyes drop to where we’re connected, and as soon as he pushes into me, slow and deep, my head falls back against the pillow because…fuck. I feel every inch of him, the stretch, the way he fills me so completely I can’t do anything but suck in a shaky breath and hold on.