I open my eyes and glare at him, even though my body is trembling.
His mouth twitches.
“Devon.”
“Tell me.”
I swallow.“Touch me.”
The heat in his expression turns molten.“With pleasure.”
He opens my jeans slowly, like he’s giving me every second to change my mind.I don’t.I lift my hips when he tugs the denim down my legs.Then I’m lying there in nothing but my panties, exposed in a way I’ve never been with anyone.
Devon stands at the edge of the bed, staring down at me.He looks massive from this angle.Broad shoulders.Muscled arms.Dark hair falling slightly over his forehead.His chest rises and falls like he’s fighting for control.
“Take off your shirt,” I whisper.
His eyes snap to mine.A second later, his shirt is gone.
I knew Devon was strong.I knew he was built.But seeing him like this is different.His chest is broad and carved with muscle, his stomach hard, his skin marked here and there with scars I want to trace with my mouth.
He’s beautiful in a dangerous, masculine way that makes my thighs press together.Devon notices.Of course, he notices.
“Don’t do that,” he says, voice thick.
“What?”
He reaches down and gently parts my knees again.“Don’t hide what I want.”
My breath leaves me.He lowers himself between my legs, kissing my inner thigh.The first touch of his mouth there makes me jolt.
“Sensitive,” he murmurs.
“Yes.”
His lips curve against my skin.“Good.”
He kisses higher, his stubble scraping lightly, and I’m shaking by the time he reaches the edge of my panties.He breathes me in, and embarrassment crashes through me so fast that I try to close my legs.
Devon holds them open, not hard, just steady.“Don’t,” he says roughly.“You smell sweet as hell.”
I make a mortified sound.“Devon.”
“I mean it.”His eyes lift to mine.“I want to taste you so badly that my hands are shaking.”
I look at his hands.They are.
Something inside me loosens.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He hooks his fingers into my panties and draws them down my legs.Cool air hits my wet flesh, and I nearly die from the vulnerability of it.But then Devon is there, kissing the inside of my knee, my thigh, moving closer and closer until I can hardly breathe.
The first stroke of his tongue makes me cry out.
My hands fist in the sheets.Devon groans like he’s the one being pleasured, his arms wrapping under my thighs to hold me open for him.He licks me slowly at first, learning me, watching every twitch and gasp, then with more confidence when my hips rock toward his mouth.
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
