His finger slipped inside me, and I bit down a groan.
I wanted to tell him to stop. I wanted to pull away. But I couldn’t. This was my first time experiencing something like this, it felt so good, but it ached just a little bit. I wanted him to stop, yet at the same time, I needed more.
“I like how needy you are for me,” Cole rasped against my ear. “When you’re dancing with another guy, I hope you remember this. Remember who made you feel this way.”
His words pushed me right over the edge. Before I could process it, I was erupting all over his fingers. My legs shook violently, my hands clutching at his shirt, terrified that if I let go, I’d collapse onto the floor.
Then it was over. It ended quickly, too quickly. He pulled his fingers out of me slowly, and without breaking eye contact,
