Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
He still hadn’t said anything. Indecision played across his face.
Please don’t leave, Aurora thought. Stay with me. Be with me.
Devon stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside.
He gathered the bottom of his shirt into his hand and yanked it off in one smooth movement.
And now his body was finally, gloriously, on display.
The torso and arms she’d seen before—the light dusting of dark hair across his chest and down his ridged stomach, the tattoo on his inner forearm.
She ran her hands over his pecs, feeling the taut muscle beneath. His skin was soft, hot under her palms.
But this time, she could see how that trail of hair led down past his belly button and to his crotch. His cock was half-erect. Thick, cut, and roped with veins.
Aurora wanted to keep staring at the rest of him, but Devon yanked her against him, lifting her up in the air.
Her legs circled his waist. One of his hands supported her, while the other cupped the back of her head.
Their mouths collided. His kiss was unrelenting, his tongue stroking hers.
His teeth nipped her bottom lip. Then he moved to her neck, carrying her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
He dropped her roughly onto the bed. She bounced on the mattress and propped herself on her elbows. Over six feet of pure, sexy masculinity stood over her. His eyes were like two dark flames, his gaze burning her skin with need.
Then Devon got onto his knees in front of her. His hard-on bobbed from the movement, but he ignored it. “Lay back for me and spread your legs. I need to taste you.”
“But you already…”
“Once wasn’t enough.”
After his near silence in the bathroom before, his sudden talkativeness triggered a rush of wetness between her legs. “Oh, say something else. Devon Whitestone talking dirty just became my number-one fantasy.”
His lips slid into a lop-sided grin. “Hmm, maybe later… After you come on my tongue again.” He pushed her legs apart.
She moaned as his head lowered. He started slowly, that talented tongue tracing circles around her clit.
She was sensitive from his prior attentions, but the gentle motions began working her back towards the edge.
He licked her faster. Soon, the pleasure was building. So close. Her need was almost unbearable. “Don’t stop,” she panted. “God, yes.”
His eyes flicked up to hers. A smile broadened on his mouth as he flexed his tongue, changing the pressure. And then she was over the edge, shaking, calling his name.
She was still catching her breath when he surged upward. His mouth crashed onto hers. His weight pressed her down, deliciously heavy. He rocked his hardness against her thigh.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she said.
He cursed. His weight disappeared, leaving her cold. She watched him scour the room, opening drawers and checking cabinets. But it was the perfect chance to admire him. His leg muscles were sculpted. Shapely calves, broad thighs. Round, tight ass.
Okay, now she was getting impatient.
“Thank fuck.” Devon held up a shiny foil package. “I’m going to owe Chase after this.”
“You and me both. Come here.” She got up from the bed and grabbed the condom from his hand when he got close. “It’s your turn to lie down.”
“Look who’s bossy, now?” A grin drew up at the corner of his mouth.
“Is that okay?” She bit her lower lip, more out of anxiety than an attempt to be sexy.
Her ex always got annoyed when she wanted to take charge during sex.
Sometimes he’d even lost his erection, saying he felt emasculated.
Just because she wanted a little bit of control in bed. Or at the very least, give and take.
But Devon seemed intrigued. “I guess it’s only fair.” His hand rested on her waist, and his eyebrow arched flirtatiously. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Straddle you. Fuck you.”
His eyes burned again, two pools of liquid flame.
“Pretty sure you can’t make me.”
She studied his body again. He was so much bigger than her, had so much power coiled up in those muscles, ready to strike. Fight and defend. The thought of this man underneath her made her legs weak. “I’ve already made you do all kinds of things.”
Something flickered across his face. Guilt, hesitation. She cupped his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. “Don’t think about anything outside of this room. It’s just us.”
“Just us,” he repeated. His erection pressed urgently against her.
Now or never, she thought, nervousness and anticipation blooming in her belly. She wanted this so badly. To set the pace, make him come undone beneath her. Devon was as alpha as any man she’d ever met. Yet he also made her feel safe enough to show him this side of herself.
“You owe me a ride, cowboy. You’re going to do what I say. Now lie down.”