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“Canyou taste yourself, beautiful?” he murmurs against my lips. “Sweetand delicious.Icould get addicted to that taste.”
Mymumbled reply is nonsensical.ButnowI’mdesperate to taste him in return.Ifumble with the button of his jeans as our mouths stay locked together.
Astuttered breath bursts out of me when the button finally pops free andIcan pull down his fly, then yank down his underwear.Thenhe’s in my hand, hot and hard and so damn big.
Hehisses into my mouth whenIsqueeze him. “Youwant me,Shae?Youwant me inside you?”
“Yes,”Iwhimper.
Thena door slams, andBeau’svoice echoes through the apartment. “Whereare you fuckers?Don’ttell me you’re in bed already.”
Weboth freeze.
Devonis up and off me in a split second, pulling his fly up and avoiding my gaze as he reaches for the door.Whenhe swings it open, his eyes finally meet mine, burning into me with some emotionIcan’t decipher—I’vegot a horrible feeling it might be regret.Andthen he’s gone, the door closing behind him with a click that rings too loud in my now-quiet room.Theeuphoria that filled me a few short moments ago drains away.
Istrain to listen, barely hearingDevongreetingBeau, then sag into the mattress.
Whatthe hell just happened?
ChapterEleven
Devon
Istride quicklydown the hall to the living area.WhenIlick my lips,Ican still taste her.Isqueeze my eyes shut.
Fuck.Fuck.
I’mstill rock hard, andIcan only hopeBeauis drunk enough not to notice.
“Hey,”Isay.
He’srummaging around in the kitchen. “Thereyou are.Where’sShae?”
“She’sin bed.”
Concernsoftens his face. “Isshe okay?”
Inod, even as guilt claws at my insides. “Shewas just tired.”
Hegoes back to searching for something to eat, andIslide onto one of the bar stools, clenching my hands to stop them from shaking.
Whatthe hell wasIthinking, touchingShaethat way?Asmuch asI’dlike to blame it on alcohol,Iwasn’t even close to being drunk.ButIdid it anyway.Riskedeverything for a taste of her.
Evennow, need sparks up and down my spine whenIremember the way she squirmed, face flushed, while we talked about sex.Butit was the vulnerability in her expression when she said she’d never felt comfortable enough to get pleasure from a man going down on her that shredded my self-control.Thedesire to be the one to give it to her had been like a primal need beating in my chest.
Andshe’d been so sweet on my tongue.Soresponsive to my touch.HavingShaecome undone from my mouth on her is hands-down the sexiest thingI’veever seen.
Iscrub my hand over my face.
Jesus.
IwatchBeaumove around the kitchen, pulling out bread, turkey, and mayonnaise.It’shis go-to hangover prevention meal.Ontour, we constantly have to stock up on all that shit for the bus.
Ifhe knew whatIdid, he’d kill me.Orworse, he might turn his back on me.Andhe’d have every right.Becausewe agreed a long time ago that neither of us would ever touch her.Andover the years, we’ve both abided by it.
Untiltonight.
UntilIlost my mind and put my hands and mouth on her.She’sbeen here four days—four fucking days—andI’vealready broken the pactBeauandImade all those years ago.
