I smile. This man who barely knows me continues to treat me better than my own family. Well, except Edward. My brother has done his best over the years but somehow that’s different. It doesn’t quite give me the same rush of pleasure Devon’s compliments do.
“C’mon, let’s get this cleared up. I put a lasagna in the oven the last time I went down for drinks and I just checked. It’s ready.”
I look at Devon then down at myself. “Ah…I think we need to clean up more than this room.”
“We do.” The grin he shoots me is downright devilish. “That’s why I turned the oven off so it doesn’t burn.”
“Good thinking.” My voice wobbles a bit as he moves into my personal space.
“But we really shouldn’t let it go too long.” The smirk on his face sends a wave of heat through my belly into my sex. “It’ll dry out.”
“Oh.” Word or sound, I’m not sure what it is because Devon is trailing a fingertip down my cheek, over my jaw, then down my neck and under the collar of his borrowed t-shirt.
“Yeah, we should save time, and water.” His smile turns mischievous before he adds, “By showering together.”
I shiver. And I’m not cold. No. I’m suddenly hot. Burning up from the inside out. “O-kay.”
Grinning, he drops his head and plants his lips on mine for a kiss that’s over far too quickly. “Let’s get moving.”
I’m left speechless—breathless—while Devon is moving around the room as though nothing happened. Shaking myself out of the lust daze, I follow his lead and set about filling buckets.
We get most of the refuse in the buckets. What’s left will have to wait. I’m about to ask if he wants to take them downstairs when he stalks across the room toward me.
“Ah, Devon?”
“Time to get cleaned up.”
His words and expression have me trembling, my lower belly tightening. “Um…”
When he’s close, he lunges. Bends and wraps his arms around my thighs, the next second I’m upside down and staring at his ass, no air in my lungs.
Blood rushing to my head and bouncing on his shoulder, I laugh. And not just a little laugh either. It’s loud and full of joy and clenches my stomach so hard it hurts. I had no idea I could laugh like this.
“Now that’s a sound I could get used to.” Devon strides across the hall into the bedroom and straight for the connecting bathroom. Flipping me upright, he has me on my feet a second later and orders, “Strip.”
My mouth hangs open as he does exactly what he says. First his shirt, over his head and tossed on the floor, then his pants, dropped to his feet and kicked aside.
Devon Boyd is naked in front of me, and I can’t believe I’m here. With this man. He’s hot in a way I’ve never seen in real life and when I remember everything we did last night…
When I ran out on my wedding, I never dreamed I’d spend the night with a man who treats me like I’m important. Looks at me like he wants to devour every inch of me.
“You’re not naked.” His voice is gravelly, almost a growl, and a shiver skips down my spine. “You keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it into the shower.”
My gaze jumps up to meet his. “I...” Swallowing, I wonder what the hell I thought I was going to say. I was staring at his cock. Mesmerized by his very thick and leaking cock.
“Lizzi.” He takes one step. “Get.” Another step. “Naked.”
He’s in my personal space but I don’t feel crowded. I feel hungry. Greedy for whatever put that look in his eyes. Gripping the hem of his borrowed shirt, I pull it up slowly.
“Lizzi.” My name is a warning, and a thrill shoots through me.
Putting both of us out of our misery, I whip the shirt off the rest of the way and throw it in the direction his clothes went.
“Fuck.” His gaze is locked on my chest.
I grin. I’m braless. Having small boobs has its advantages. With a tug on the bow holding up the shorts Devon loaned me, it doesn’t take much for them to hit the floor and reveal a bra isn’t the only thing I’m not wearing.
“Motherfucker!” He moves into me, presses his body to mine, eyes pinning me in place. “You’ve been naked under my clothes all fucking day?”
