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“I take it dinner with your mother didn’t go well.”
I cleaned my face enough so I could see, and tried to remove some mascara from my cheeks. “Let’s just say that I don’t think she’s going to invite me back anytime soon. And let’s also say that I don’t give a flying fuck.”
“What happened?”
I proceeded to tell him everything that had gone down that night. Even the fact that I thought he’d never be welcome in my mother’s home because he was a biker. More tears gushed while I told him, and I wondered if they would ever stop. My relationship with Mum had always been hard, but after that dinner, I was finally facing just how bad it was.
“I really don’t want to see her again,” I whispered to Devil after I finished telling him everything. “Not ever.”
His arm tightened around me. “You might see things differently tomorrow.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I think I’m done.”
He nodded, accepting what I said without trying to make me change my mind. I loved that he simply listened without offering advice.
We sat in silence for a long time. He held me while I thought about everything that had happened again.
When I sighed and rested my head against his chest, he said, “Fuck anyone who doesn’t think you should pursue your dreams, Hailee. I’m fucking happy for you, darlin’.”
I slid my hand up his shirt to his throat and then to his face. Placing my palm flat to his cheek, I lifted my head and smiled at him. “Thank you. You have no idea what that means to me.”
He brushed a kiss across my lips and murmured, “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Even when your face is puffy as shit and your makeup is all over the place.”
His compliment caused butterflies in my tummy. I shifted to straddle him with my knees pressed into the couch either side of his legs. Taking hold of his face, I said, “How is it that I can be crying my heart out one minute and the next you’re making me want to kiss you?”
A lazy smile spread across his face. “I’m just talented like that.” His hands cupped my ass. “You should definitely kiss me.”
“Should I?” I teased, wanting more than anything to have him help me forget my mother.
Gripping my ass, he slid me closer to him so that my pussy pressed against his erection. His eyes glazed over with desire as he growled, “Yes.”
I didn’t waste any more time. Lowering my mouth to his, I kissed him for so long I thought our mouths might never come apart again. When he finally dragged his mouth from mine, I was breathless and desperate to be skin-to-skin with him.
“I need you,” I begged, my voice husky and my heart fluttery.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Holding me tightly, he stood, taking me with him. The look of determination in his eyes as he carried me down his hallway told me I was about to have some amazing sex. And that he was going to do exactly what I needed—wipe all thoughts of my mother from my mind.
19
Hailee
Devil was blowing my damn mind.
After I’d asked him to fuck me, he’d scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. He’d then taken his sweet time undressing me with slow, gentle movements.
Once he had me naked, he reached into the shower cubicle and turned the water on. Stepping inside, he pulled me in with him, his hands sliding over my hips and around to my ass so he could pull me against him.
His eyes dipped to my mouth, and he bent to kiss me.
My knees buckled at the way his lips gently deepened the kiss. There was none of his usual dominance. The rough and dirty way he liked to take me with his mouth was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he consumed me with devotion. Worshipping my body and my heart. Treasuring me.
Breathless when he ended the kiss, I whispered, “There are so many parts to you, aren’t there?” He’d shown me his bossy side, his flirty fun side, and his intense side. This tenderness peeled back a whole other layer.
His fingers dug into my ass. Not answering what I said, he asked, “You want it gentle or rough? My preference is to slam you up against that wall and fuck you six ways from Sunday, but if you want me to keep going slow, I can do that, too.”
Oh, God, I wanted it all. Gentle. Rough. Long. Hard. I ran my fingers through his hair and scrunched a handful of it, pulling hard. “I want both.”
