I unzipped him and slid my hand down between our bodies. He was dangerously hot and hard. I stroked down once just to feel the full length. We gasped in unison. My pace increased as his eye went even darker.
“Another second of that and—” He thrust into my hand.
There was no time to find the rhythm he needed. My grip tightened as he thrust again.
“Shi—” He groaned out as he came into my hand.
I grinned against his shoulder as he caught his breath. I was the cat that got the cream.
“Sorry.” He panted. “I hadn’t planned on it.”
“I liked it,” I said.
And I did. I didn’t know what it said about me that I loved that we’d just made each other come like this. That desire was already tingling through me again, feeling his mess on me. The smell of our fooling around in the air was potent and heady. I loved every dirty second of it. I couldn’t think about what that said about me. Not now.
I gently bit his shoulder.
“No biting,” he chided.
We both straightened to clean up. He handed me his shirt to wipe my hands and then used it to clean my stomach. God, I was a wreck for this man.
“Probably need to wash this now.” He balled up the shirt and reached with his free hand to tuck some hair behind my ear. The look in his eyes caused my heart to flutter. Nobody had ever looked at me with such fierce softness. “I’ve been working you too hard.”
He picked up my hands one at a time to kiss each palm softly.
“Thank you,” I said again. “For everything. I feel …”
He hugged me again. “Come on. It’s been a long day, let’s go to bed.”
“Your bed?” I asked and wiggled my eyebrows.
He growled again. “That’s not a good idea. I want you to sleep.”
Heat flushed over my skin at the implication. He held my hand as he walked me upstairs to what I had come to think of as my room. I was ready to get out of the jeans that rubbed too tight on my tender flesh and put on fresh underwear. The naughty part of me loved feeling the signs of his effect on me. I couldn’t believe I had come that way. I couldn’t believe how he’d inflamed me. Even now, just thinking about it, holding his hand innocently as we walked, his thumb rubbing the tender skin of my wrist, caused new heat to bloom in me.
At my door, he dropped his head to kiss me again. Chastely. Probably a good idea at this point. Apparently, it didn’t take much to get me going.
“Get some sleep. When you’re ready, if you’re ready, we’ll start back up tomorrow,” he said. “With practice,” he added with a grin.
“Sure.” I had been going for flirty, but a big yawn came out instead. Sleepiness hit me hard. Never underestimate the power of a great orgasm. But it was so much more than that.
“I want to be good for you Devlin,” I said. “That’s all I want. To be good enough.”
He closed his eyes as though pained. “You’ve always been good enough. I didn’t mean to make things worse. I was just trying to dig out the Kim that I remembered from camp.” He shook his head with a frown.
“I’m trying to find her too,” I said.
He smiled. “Well, good night. And thanks for that,” he blushed, and was so sweet I could die.
“Are you kidding me? You just moved to the top of my Christmas card list,” I said.
He coughed out a laugh. Moving into my space, his face fell serious again. “Watching you come was a gift.” He bit my bottom lip gently before kissing me.
He walked away, and with him went my heart.
* * *
Sleep had hit me so hard, I woke up in the same exact position I’d fallen asleep in, wondering what year it was. My phone illuminated the dark room telling me it was still very early the following morning. Devlin would still be sleeping.
