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“Wes?” She draws out my name. “I was just kidding.”
It hits me then that I’m staring at her, lost in the daydream. I throw my hands up before snatching the bathroom supplies off of the counter. “I can take a hint, Dev.” I tease, turning down the hall and she calls after me.
“Thank God!”
A smile spreads across my face. The steady stream of warm water feels amazing. Showers always help to clear my head. One time an astrologer told me it’s because my moon is in Scorpio, but I have no idea what the hell that means, just that water calms me down. Usually it does, but I can’t seem to shake this constant erection I’ve had since waking up to Devon this morning.
There’s only one thing that can make it go away.
I peer out from the shower curtain, feeling both excited and nervous. What if she walks in? My shoulders melt down my back, and I take my length in my hand.
What if she does?
She’d step into the shower with me, the water beading against her diamond peaks. Her wet flesh beneath my fingers. I’d press her up against the back of the shower and run my hands down her soft curves until I reach the sensitive spot between her legs. I kiss her breasts, nipping and sucking at her until she fists the back of my hair.
I push my tip inside of her, feeling how tight and warm she is. Her walls engulf me, milking me as I press in and out of her until I can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck,” I whisper, imagining Devon biting her bottom lip as I come inside of her. Beads of pearly liquid explode down the sides of my fist as I stroke myself to completion. I let out so much angst I’ve been holding in for her. When I’m finally finished, I rest my hand against the shower and catch my breath, shaking the water from my hair.
If that was my fantasy, imagine what the real thing would be like. Hopefully I won’t have to dream about it for too much longer. I can’t live without Devon being mine, and I have to find a way to show her. Devon Carver is the only woman for me, and dammit I’m finally not afraid to say it.
5
Devon
Stay calm.I tell myself as I try and crack another egg without spilling it all over the counter. With a naked, dripping wet Weston in my shower I’m fumbling. I imagine how gorgeous he must look, the soap trailing between the grooves in what I’m certain is his six-pack abs. With my eyes squeezed tight, I lick my lips and try and push the image from my mind, not an easy task.
I busy my hands, pushing the bread into the toaster, grabbing plates for us. With the click of the gas burner, I’m in full-on breakfast mode. Weston in my shower…Weston who?
“Hey.”
“Oh God!” I flip around, nearly taking the hot skillet with me. It’s a fumbling recovery, but I make a quick save. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.” Weston walks up to the counter, legs spread wide. “After what you’ve been through, I probably shouldn’t sneak up on you.” The way he sits reminds me of us on any given night at the bar. But this is my house, and I’m nervous as hell. The clean fresh shower scent wafts off his skin, filling the air and it’s all I can do not to step closer and take a long exhale. His dark hair remains wet, slicked back away from his face to reveal his impossibly strong, square jaw.
And those eyes…those gorgeous, sparkling eyes.
“It’s okay,” I say, keeping the eggs wet in the pan, constantly stirring them—a technique I learned from The Countess onThe Real Housewives of New Yorkof all places. “I’m just not used to company.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“Hmmm?” A silence falls between us.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” My brow furrows, but I can’t shake the permanent smile being around this man brings to my lips.
“I’m surprised is all.” He shrugs his massive shoulders, and I catch his eyes roaming down my bare legs. Heat pools in my panties. I’m suddenly aware of how naked I feel. Granted I sleep in these clothes every night, and I know they’re a little revealing. I’d also be lying if I went sans robe on purpose.
“Weston, I’m not that different than I was in high school.” I scoop the eggs onto two plates, sliding one of them in front of him. “I don’t really date people.” I fail to mention the reason is that no one can hold a candle to him. That for the last decade of my life I’ve been head over heels in love with a man who only sees me as a barmaid, and now someone who needs saving. My heart sinks at the thought. How pathetic.
“People change though, Dev.” He says, meeting my eye. “I’ve changed.”
A tiny laugh escapes my mouth. “How so?”
“I’m more direct than I used to be. In high school I was afraid of looking stupid, I avoided embarrassment at any cost.”
I lean against the counter, nibbling at the corner of my toast. “What do you possibly have to be embarrassed about?” His eyes are like lasers staring through me, making me feel like I should know what he’s talking about but I sure as hell don’t. “You’re like a golden boy.” I smile, averting my gaze. “From quarterback to cop, you’ve had it pretty good, Wes.” I brush a crumb from my lower lip. “You’ve got it all.”
