Chapter 11
Thank God. The relief that filled Dev was so huge it hit him like a damn truck, scaring him into stillness for a moment.
He didn't scare easily, but damn if that hadn't done the trick.
He had to take it slow, had to hold strong against the driving need to claim her, to take everything she had to give and give her everything he had in return.
And it stunned him he wanted that, to stop holding back a part of himself. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time.
Maybe Hamish and Fran are right. But the thought breezed into and out of his mind, tiny and fleeting, as he lowered his mouth to hers.
The soft feel and the taste of chocolate icing lingering on her lips nearly killed his resolve to go slow.
He licked her bottom lip, kissed her again, and then slid inside, meeting her tongue in slow deep strokes that told her exactly what he wanted to do to her later.
All the blood in his body retreated south, and pulsed there hard and demanding.
When he lifted his head next, he was damn near lost in a haze of sexual fog. "Kate," he whispered. Asking. Needing to know.
She answered by reaching between them and unbuttoning his pants and then hers, pulling down her zipper.
The sound was just about the sexiest thing he'd ever heard.
"Now, Devin. All the other stuff can wait.
" Her voice was faint and desperate, filled with need, and he had to amend his earlier thought.
Her voice. Those words. Sexiest sound ever.
He pushed off the ground and helped her shimmy her shorts over her hips to reveal the most mind-altering pair of hip-hugging black lace panties he'd ever seen complete with a tiny pink heart in the center.
"Now yours," she said, her words barely registering.
Christ. He wasn't going to make it. Those panties… "Devin."
Knocked from his distraction, heart pounding, he stood and dropped his pants along with his boxer briefs.
It was the fastest he'd ever moved in his life.
Kate was already shoving her panties down, but he stopped her with his hands.
Her eyes were glassy and filled with desire and emotion—overwhelmed, like him.
His heart constricted. He leaned down and kissed her softly.
"I just need…" she tried to explain as a tear leaked from the corner of her eye.
"Shit." She laughed even as her brow drew together in a frown.
He would've been worried by this, but Dev understood her completely.
What was happening between them was more than just sex.
So much more. It was terrifying and humbling.
And, yeah, it was love plain and simple.
It had struck them hard since the day they met, working its magic and leaving them scrambling to keep up.
"God," she said squirming beneath him, her voice breathless and quick as her palm slid up his biceps to his shoulders and around his neck. "I'm losing it. I don't know why I'm crying when I'm horny as hell and about to go off. Please do something."
Aye, he loved this woman. As crazy as it sounded.
As crazy as she was. And he was going to give her the night of her life, every damn night for the rest of his life if she'd have him.
He pulled up her shirt and placed a kiss on her stomach.
"Hold on, Fiona," he said, smiling against her soft, warm skin. "I'm about to have my way with you."
"About time," he heard her dry mutter.
While Dev loved the underwear, they had to come off.
His hands were shaking as he slid the material down her legs.
He couldn't fucking see straight. He had wits enough left to reach for his pants, grab the condom he'd been optimistically carrying with him every since their first mind-shattering meeting.
Condom on, he returned to Kate, her arms coming around him, and pulling him down as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She kissed his temple, his cheek, bit his earlobe and breathed, "Do it," in his ear.
His eyes went crossed. In one long stroke, he buried himself deep into the hottest place on Earth.
Kate was pretty sure she was going to pass out.
Right there on the blanket. From too much blood flow.
From her heart beating too fast. The feel of Devin buried deep inside of her, filling her, pressed so tightly against her, connected in a way that made her see stars and know something far bigger and grander was at work.
This was right. He was right.
Then he started to move, a slow, steady pace that had her moving with him. Dev reached under her, one arm around her back, the other cupping her bottom, and pressing her even closer to him, going as deep as possible.
His ragged breathing made her feel sensual and powerful. "God, Kate," he whispered against her ear as though stunned. His shoulders were tense, his body rock hard. She knew he was holding back and she loved him for it. But this slow build was killing her.
"Let go, Devin," she said, running her fingers through his hair.
It was damp with sweat. He lifted his head, his eyes a little unfocused.
There were two ways to take that, she realized, and she definitely didn't want him to let go, literally.
"I mean…" She bit her lip. How did she say it?
But then her muscles clenched around him, releasing a zing of pleasure through her. "Just . . . hard, okay?"
With a relieved breath, he grabbed her hands and drew her arms over her head, pinning her wrists with one hand, while grabbing her right leg with the other and lifting slightly.
And then he withdrew and plowed into her, hard and fast just like she wanted, until all thoughts ebbed away, sensations took over, and fireworks exploded like New Year's Eve in Times Square.