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“She’sselfish,Devon.Shealways has been.That’sher failing, not yours.AndIguessI’mselfish too.Ican’t imagine my life without you in it.Idon’t want to know whereI’dbe right now if you hadn’t come to live withBeau.Beingwith you like this makes me so happy.Iwouldn’t want to change it.”Somethingalmost painful flickers across his face, andIpress my forehead against his chest, suddenly ashamed. “Itold youIwas selfish,”Imumble into his skin.
Hetips my head back up. “Believeme,Shae.It’snot you who’s selfish.”Hesmiles a little, but his eyes are cast in shadow. “Iwouldn’t want to be anywhere else either.”
IfIcould heal his pain—drive away the hurt of what his mom did—Iwould.AndmaybeIcan, at least for a moment.DevonandImight have both been hurt in the past, but that doesn’t mean we can’t smooth out each other’s scars and cover them up with something beautiful.Ipush myself up to sitting, then slide over him untilI’mstraddling his hips.Hiseyes flare as he looks up at me, andItrace my fingers over the tattoos on his arms and shoulders before bending down to brush my lips over his.
Itonly takes a few seconds before he’s hard beneath me and a shiver of need prickles over my skin.
Iplan to show him just how wanted he is.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Devon
“I’mgonna crash, guys,”Beausays, stretching.
It’sour third night back fromLasVegas.Andthe first nightBeauhas headed to bed at a reasonable hour.IfIdidn’t know better,I’dthink he suspects something.Butapart from staying up late every night, he’s been acting exactly the same.Itell him goodnight, making sure to keep my attention from turning to whereShaeis curled up at the other end of the couch.
Hewanders off, and she andIpretend to still be watching the movie until enough time has passed that it seems unlikelyBeauwill come bursting back out for a late-night snack the way he sometimes does when he can’t sleep.
Icheck the time on my phone.It’slate enough for whatI’mplanning to do tonight.
“Youwant to go for a swim?”IaskShae.
Shebites her plush lower lip, her eyes darting to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. “Youdon’t thinkBeauwill come back out and wonder where we are?”
“Ifhe does, he’ll assume we went to bed.We’llturn off the television and the lights.Iwant you under the stars tonight.”
Sheshivers a little in the way that always makes me hard, then nods.
“Goget changed, then.”
Shejumps up off the couch andIfollow, going to my room and getting changed myself.Asmuch asIwould happily skinny dip with her, on the off chance someone else is planning a late-night swim session,Idon’t want us to be left with nowhere to hide.
Onlya few minutes later, we’re on the roof.It’sfall now, and the air is a little more crisp at this time of night.Particularlythis high up.
Shaeslides into the water first, andIfollow her.Thecool liquid slides against my skin asIwrap my arms around her and pull her toward me.
Ourlips meet, andIimmediately harden against her.Idon’t want to rush this, though.Iwant to take my time with her tonight.Showher exactly howIfeel over and over again.
Shecurls her arms around my neck, her lips warm against mine, and for a moment, the world around us disappears.Thenshe’s pushing away from me, and with a seductive look over her shoulder, she makes her way to the opposite side of the pool.
I’mright behind her, so when she turns, her back against the tiled side,I’mthere to cage her in.Thenight is silent except for the water rippling around us.Whenshe tips her face up to mine, the moonlight casts a sheen of silver over her skin, illuminating her eyes.
Icup her cheeks, brushing my thumbs softly over them.Thenslowly, slowly,Ilean down and press my mouth to hers.
Hersigh whispers against my lips, andIhold on to my control with everythingIhave.Iwant this to be soft and sweet, to convey my desire, my fuckinglovefor her.Onlythis time, afterI’vefinished showing her,Iplan to tell her.Ihope it will be enough.
IhopeI’menough.
Iskate my hand down her throat, feel her pulse fluttering against my palm, then slide it lower.WhenIskim the edge of her bikini top,Iease it down over the swell of her breast.
Hernipple is already tightly furled and ready for my touch.Iroll the hard nub between my fingers, drawing a whimper from her and swallowing it with a kiss.ButI’mtoo desperate to taste her to wait any longer.
Ifollow the same path with my mouth, licking and nipping down the smooth skin of her throat, sucking briefly at her pulse point, then moving over her chest to the straining peak.Shemewls whenIflick my tongue over it, then gasps asIsuck it between my lips.
Shemoans my name, andIsmile against her skin, loving the sounds she makes.Lovingher.
Irun my other hand down her wet body and into the water, pushing aside her bikini bottoms soIcan slip my fingers inside her.Theheat she’s giving off counteracts the slight chill of the water.
