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“Uh, cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hung up and threw my phone somewhere in the direction of the couch. I wanted to make her come to me, to take my normal route of being dominant in the bedroom. But I couldn’t. I wanted her too bad. I was a moth, and she was like the sun.
I ate up the distance between us. By the time she hit the bottom step, she was within reaching distance, so I gripped her hips and pulled her to me.
I didn’t ask permission to kiss her; I took it. My hands pressed to her spine, I pulled her close and kissed her until I couldn’t think of anything but the way her body was curling against mine. I picked her up, my hands under her ass, and strode to the couch. I wanted her on top of me. Under me. I wanted to bend her over the back of the couch until her screams were muffled by the expensive Italian leather.
First things first though, I wanted to taste her lips again. I fell back onto the couch, and she lifted her knees so she was straddling me. She kissed me back, now in control. I wanted to be sure this was what she wanted too. Given the way she was grinding down on my aching cock, she definitely wanted it too.
I pulled back, gasping in air. “This wasn’t my intention.”
She gave me a cocky smirk. “I know.” Then she kissed me again, her hands running under my shirt and up over my abs. She moaned as she traced the hard lines of my abdominals, and I hissed as she scraped a nail over my nipple.
Fuck. How long had it been since I’d gotten laid? I felt like I was one nipple tweak and a slow grind away from coming in my pants like a teenager. That just wouldn’t do. Wrenching my shirt off, I took a moment to be smug about the way her pupils dilated as she took in my body. Made all the hours I spent in the home gym worth it.
I pushed her sundress down her shoulders until it fell off her arms, pooling around her waist. Leaning forward, I kissed my way down that creamy soft skin to the top swell of her breasts. God, they were perfect. Moving my arms around her back, I unclipped her bra, and she tugged it off. I sucked in a breath as her breasts spilled out into my hands.
Jesus fucking Christ. I couldn’t wait.
I moved my mouth down so I could take one of those dusky pink nipples between my lips, and she curled against my cock with a moan so loud, I wondered if the neighbors heard.
I needed to take back control, because I was wildly close to losing it altogether. Banding one arm around her spine, I turned us until she was beneath me on the couch, her pretty eyes wide.
“Devan,” she breathed, and I was lost.
ChapterTwenty-Five
NOVA
It had takenevery ounce of courage I had to walk down those stairs looking like I wanted to be fucked. Which I did. I just didn’t think I’d have the ladyballs to do it. I figured a few buttons I could write off as an accident if he just turned away. Anyone with boobs will know that buttons come undone all the time. No biggie, right?
Devan had looked at me like he was stripping me bare on the spot. When he kissed me, pleasure tingled along my veins like electricity. When he took my nipple in his mouth, I was pretty sure I was going to black out from pleasure.
But now, with his big body pressed along mine, his teeth on my shoulder and his gentle thrusts at my core, I was going to go insane before I passed out.
I rolled up against him, our bodies still separated by way too much fabric. “Please,” I gasped as I ground my clit against him. I arched my back until my breasts scraped against the light dusting of hair on his chest.
“Ah, Nova, I love the way you beg,” he growled, his hand gripping my throat and jaw. “Look at you, all perfectly bright and shiny, like the stars your parents must have named you for, coming to play in my darkness.” He tilted my face to his so he could roughly take my mouth again. My mother used to say that still waters ran deep, and fuck, there was so much pent-up passion in Devan, I wasn’t sure that I could take it all. “Are you going to be mine, Little Star? Are you going to burn hot just for me?”
I wasn’t above begging. “Please, Devan.” If he didn’t touch me, didn’t relieve some of this pressure, I was going to lose my mind.
He curled back up into a kneeling position, and his body loomed over me. He was so fucking beautiful. Sleek lines and golden skin, those dark eyes that were normally so impenetrable now broadcasting his desire like a beacon. “You say stop, we stop. I don’t even care if you don’t mean it. The word passes your lips, it all ends, okay?”
A part of me that wasn’t consumed by lust right at that moment melted at his words. I nodded. “Yes.”
Devan climbed off the couch, slipping his now crushed dress pants down his legs. I tried not to be embarrassed by the wet patch now darkening the gray fabric. Actually, I didn’t get much time to be embarrassed by anything, because soon Devan was on his knees between my thighs.
Dragging my ass toward the edge of the huge sofa, he hooked his fingers around my underwear and tugged them off, dropping them on the floor somewhere. “Fuck,” he breathed, and there was something about his tone that chased away the nerves of the moment. It might have been the reverence, or the way he ran his tongue over his full bottom lip, like he was imagining how I would taste.
He didn’t have to imagine for long. Gripping my thighs, he spread me wider, supporting himself with my thighs as he leaned forward and licked along my seam with one long stroke. His tongue flicked across my clit, and I hissed.
Then he started again, stroking through my folds in long, languorous strokes until I was riding his face. Letting go of one thigh, a rough “Keep this here,” passing his shiny lips, he thrust two fingers inside of me, curling them up, my body bowing with him as pleasure made me gasp. Then he scraped his teeth over my clit, and I came on a scream.
When I opened my eyes, I realized he was watching me come like it was the most fascinating thing on the planet. My cheeks flushed even redder, but he made no effort to move. “I need you inside me.”
“I don’t have any condoms,” he purred, but he didn’t seem annoyed or frustrated. He seemed insanely pleased with himself.
I wiggled my hands into the pocket of my dress, pulling out a small strip of condoms I’d totally pilfered from Rigby’s room. I’d apologize later for going through his nightstand.
Devan’s grin was devastating. “This is why women go mad for pockets in their dresses?” he growled, climbing back onto the couch with me.
