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Pink Cosmo Bunny (found in my nightstand drawer)
Sweet Success Bullet (also in pink)
Extra batteries located in my bathroom cabinets
My laugh turns into snorting as I try desperately to catch my breath. His lip twitches, fighting a smile.
“She’s good. The look on your face was priceless. I’m not sure if she does own these items, but they will not be traveling to South America with us.”
“Good to know. I was emotionally scarred, thinking about locating her sex toys. But she made me promise before she’d help me set up this surprise.
“Do you have luggage?”
He points to the bag Quinn shoved at him earlier. “That’s actually mine. Quinn’s probably in my car on her way home now. I really wanted this to be special. It’s our last night alone for months.”
My eyes start to prickle, but I smile when our food is delivered. Bryce situates his chair around the table, as close to mine as possible. He gently cups my chin then cradles my head in his neck, kissing along my forehead.
“I love you, Devon, and unfortunately, we’re going to have a lot of separation in our lives. The career I chose is going to take me away from you for long periods of time, but it’s my job to let you know that you are my world. So for the next two days, our last time alone for months, I plan to do that.”
Once again, his words bring out the deep emotions threatening to surface, and I swallow hard, gripping his wrist. “Let’s make a deal. You don’t say incredibly sweet and sentimental things that make me want to wail. Hide your sensitive side until at least the night before I leave. There’s only so much I can take.”
He grins into my neck and speaks softly, “Okay, babe, no more gushy shit. Now, let’s eat. You’re going to need your energy tonight.”
Chapter 5
Bryce’s hands snake up my stomach, and his fingers link with mine as I squirm under him. His tongue circles my clit slowly before he slides it into me, sucking hard. I moan in pleasure when he positions our hands over my aching nipples and squeezes.
His mouth and tongue move in rhythm, sucking and nipping. I swivel my hips upward, tightening my thighs and forcing him deeper. One hand pulls out of my hold and slides down my side, over my hip, and stops at his mouth. When he slips the tip of a finger inside, fire shoots through me, and I clench down.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rumbles. “And all mine.”
“Yes,” I pant, tingling sensations rushing through every nerve in my body.
He takes his time, slowly building me up, taking cues from the way my body responds. Each nip of his teeth is followed by a lick to ease the sting. The only other time in my life I tried intimacy with another man was nothing compared to the way Bryce and I are together. The instantaneous reaction of craving and desire, each time we touch, fuels the passion between us.
“Baby, your legs are shaking. Let go. Give me that.” His cool breath against my heated core sets me off, and I thread my fingers through his hair, screaming his name.
He doesn’t move fast, instead licking me once more then kissing a path up my stomach, situating my legs around his waist. Without words, he slips inside, stretching me easily. Somehow, he finds the strength to lift me up, leaning back on his calves and holding me to him.
We rock together, and I lose myself in the endless blue of his gaze. My breath gets caught in my throat when he leans in and brushes his lips across mine.
“Tell me you know how much I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Promise me you know how much.”
“I know how much.”
He nods and continues to make love to me slowly, running his mouth, lips, and tongue over every inch of flesh he can. I hold on to his shoulders and arch, rubbing my throbbing nipples into his own, eliciting a low growl from him.
Suddenly, he plants himself as deeply as possible. I roll my hips against his, meeting him thrust for thrust. We both groan and then scream together as our shared releases wash through us. I cling to him, feeling our slick, sweaty chests rise and fall at the same time.
My legs start to cramp from the hold I have around his waist, so I reluctantly loosen them and collapse on the bed. He follows me, rolling to his side to prop on an elbow. His fingers run through my hair, fanning it on the pillow.
Our eyes stay locked, lost in each other, and the intensity in his stare causes my breath to hitch.
