He kept going. His fingers curling, his tongue working her clit in tight relentless circles, her hips rolling against his face, her moans filling the dark bedroom. He felt her getting close — the way her thighs tightened, the way her hand fisted in his hair, the way her breathing broke completely.

"Cole— I'm going to—"

He drove his fingers deeper and sucked her clit hard and she shattered. Her whole body arched, his name tearing from her throat, her walls clenching around his fingers in long crashing waves as the orgasm ripped through her. He worked her through every second of it, slowing only when she went limp and...