It’s…
Cullen picks up my left foot and wrestles my jeans and panties free.
Then he stands up.
I’m left with my jeans and panties still hooked around my right foot.
For some reason, that really turns me on.
Like I don’t want or need something soft, sweet, gentle and romantic.
I just want to fucking come, okay?
Cullen reads my mind and grabs my hips.
Next thing I know he sits me on the dresser.
His right hand runs along my left inner thigh.
He wants my legs open.
No problem…
Cullen brushes his lips to mine one last time before dipping down between my legs.
I cover my mouth when I realize what he’s about to do.
He wants to taste me.
I want to come.
This is perfect.
So what does my messed up mind decide to do…?
I grab for Cullen’s hair.
As I grip it, his warm breath spreads between my legs.
I gasp and catch myself thrusting at him.
Needing that…
There it is.
The tip of his tongue gently moves between my wet folds.
He lifts his tongue, curling with precision on my clit.
“Cullen,” I groan.
Don’t do it, Jaci! It doesn’t matter!
For some reason, I just have to say it.
I just have to…
“Cullen!” I cry out.