Hotter.

Louder.

Needing more, I plant a kiss on her belly button, shifting so I’m kneeling between her legs, open her folds and lower my head.

Only to have her grab my hair, nearly ripping it from my scalp, and stop me.

Having my hair gripped? Normal.

But it’s usually as the girl is about to get off on my tongue.

Not before. Never before.

“Whoa,” she rushes out.

I lift my face, resting my chin above her clit while pushing my palms up the inside of her thighs, and stare up at her in question.

“I don’t …” She hesitates, her cheeks turning pink. “I don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

She gestures to where I am. “Faces down there.”

There’s no containing my snort to her explanation. “You’ve never been eaten out before?”

“I tried it once for maybe two seconds but stopped …” She shakes her head. “It’s weird. I feel too … on display.”

“That’s the point. You put your pretty pussy on display for me, and I fucking worship it.”

A wave of satisfaction charges through me that no other man has gotten her off with his face between her thighs.

Her face is unreadable as she stares down and studies me. As badly as I want to taste her, if she doesn’t want it, I’ll pull back and go another route to please her. No matter what, Cassidy needs to feel comfortable with me.

Her pleasure is what I’m thriving for.

I couldn’t give two fucks about mine—even though eating her out would make my damn year.

I squeeze her thighs. “Do you trust me?”

She nods. “I trust you.”

“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop.”

“I guess I have to try everything once.”

“That’s my girl.”

I slide my body down, lower my head, and suck on her clit.

I’ll prove to her there’s nothing she’ll enjoy more than my tongue in her pussy.

Well, other than when I fill her with my cock.

Chapter Twelve

Cassidy

My back bucks off the bed when Lincoln’s lips suction around my clit.

Jesus Christ.

My heart thunders in my chest, a jolt of electricity passing through like a storm, as I peek down at the man having a snack between my legs. I’m consumed with not only my need for him but also slight premature embarrassment.

I stress about my OB/GYN—who’s a woman—inspecting my lady parts.

How am I supposed to be chill when it’s the man I’ve wanted for months down there, seeing me so up close and personal?

Are vaginas even pretty?