“I’ve got you,” I tell her.
Then I give her more.
The bed creaks beneath us.Her breasts press against my chest.Her soft moans fill the room, each one driving me closer to losing the last shreds of my control.
I kiss her mouth, her jaw, the spot below her ear that makes her gasp.
“So good for me,” I rasp.“So damn perfect.”
Her body clenches around mine.“Devon.”
“I know.”My hand slides between us, finding her.“Come for me again.”
She shakes her head, overwhelmed.“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I—”
I rub slow circles against her, and she breaks off with a cry.
“That’s it.”My voice is wrecked.“Let go, baby.”
She does.
She comes apart beneath me, trembling and clutching at me like I’m the only thing keeping her anchored.Her release drags mine out of me, hard and deep.I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as everything inside me goes white-hot and empty and full all at once.
For a long moment, I can’t move.I don’t want to.I want to stay right here forever, locked inside her, her body wrapped around mine, her heartbeat beneath my mouth.
Eventually, I force myself to pull back enough to look at her.
Her eyes are closed, her lashes damp.
My chest tightens with worry.“Baby?”
She opens them.She smiles, but tears gloss her eyes.
“What is it?”I ask immediately.
She shakes her head.“Nothing bad.”
I don’t believe her.
I pull out carefully and head to the bathroom, then come back to bed with a warm cloth.I clean her up slowly, and she blushes like she did last night, but she doesn’t look away from me this time.
When I’m done, I climb back in beside her and pull her into my arms.
“Talk,” I say.
She sighs, pressing her face into my chest.“You’re bossy.”
“Yeah.”
“That wasn’t an insult,” she rushes to reassure me.
“Good.”
She laughs softly, but again, it fades too fast.I stroke my hand down her back and wait.Finally, she whispers, “It still feels too good to be true.”
