Chapter 9
MELISANDE
Itilted my head back to stare up at the building as Devon turned into the garage. “Nice place for a safe house. You weren’t kidding when you said that you guys don’t spare any expense.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He flashed me a grin as the gate lifted to allow us inside. “But this isn’t a safe house, sweetheart. I live here.”
“Oh.” I was trying not to read too much into his decision to bring me here instead of a safe house, but my heart—and hormones—weren’t in the mood to be logical.
His gaze slid toward me as he took the circular drive up to a higher floor. “My building is secure, and the system on my condo is top-of-the-line. Nobody will be able to get to you here.”
“I’m not worried. I trust you to keep me safe.” But after all the flirting we’d done this weekend, I was hoping that wasn’t the only reason he’d chosen his home. However, that concern disappeared when he led me to the master bedroom after giving me a tour of his condo—including the two guest rooms.
As he set my luggage on the bench at the end of his bed, I took a deep breath and pulled his masculine scent into my lungs. “You want me to stay in here?”
“Absolutely.” He flashed me a smile over his shoulder. “I want you to be as comfortable as possible, and this mattress is the best.”
I walked over to the side of the bed and trailed my fingers over the navy-blue comforter. “Where are you going to sleep?”
“I’d prefer to be here with you.” He moved close and pressed a finger under my chin, tilting my head back until our gazes met. “The odds of anyone getting in here are beyond slim, but it would still be better for me to stick close to you.”
“We’d be sharing this big bed purely for my safety, of course,” I drawled, my lips curving into a grin as a slight thrill raced up my spine.
He returned my smile. “Absolutely.”
The sensual gleam in his dark eyes contradicted his agreement, giving me the courage to go after what I wanted. “But what if I had an ulterior motive?”
“I guess my answer would depend on what kind,” he murmured, his hands gliding from my shoulders, down my arms, and to my hips.
My cheeks heated as I suggested, “The kind where we put your top-of-the-line mattress to the test.”
“I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret later.” His fingers flexed against my hips. “You’ve had a rush of adrenaline, which fucks with your ability to be clearheaded.”
“This time, you’re the one who’s wrong.” I gripped the front of his shirt in my fist and pulled him closer.
“Sure, knowing that whatever happened at my apartment is bad enough that you wouldn’t let me get so much as a glimpse inside my room is probably part of why I’m acting out of character.
But only because it reminded me of how we never know what’s going to happen next, making me more clearheaded than ever. ”
“You’re killing me here, sweetheart.” He dropped his forehead against mine and sighed. “I’m trying to be a good guy.”
His reaction made me bolder. “You don’t need to hold yourself back to prove that to me.
We’re on what has to be the longest date in the history of the world, going on almost forty hours.
I already know how amazing you are. And if you break that down to normal date time, we’ve gone out about ten times already.
That’s way past the third date rule. In most relationships, we’re behind the curve when it comes to getting physical. ”
“Oh, really?” He grinned before gently brushing his lips over mine. “We can’t have that, now can we?”
I smiled against his lips. “Nope, we really can’t.”
He picked me up and laid me on the mattress, tugging my shoes from my feet before kicking off his own.
When he stretched out next to me, goose bumps spread across my skin everywhere we touched.
Our first kiss, just a moment before, was the barest touch of our lips.
But the second was so much more. This time, he devoured me.
His tongue swept inside to tangle with mine, leaving me breathless.
When he finally ended the kiss, my need for him was an ache deep in my core. “Whoa.”
He leaned close, gliding his lips up my jaw as he whispered, “Think of all that time we wasted on our ten dates when we could’ve been doing this the whole time.”
“It’s a good thing you finally listened to reason,” I teased, letting out a little gasp when he lifted my shirt over my head.
He winked at me before pulling his shirt off, too. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
I’d known he was built, but his chest exceeded my fantasies. I stroked my palms along the ridges of his muscles. “I definitely have now.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He chuckled, his hand sliding under my back to unclasp my bra. “I’m just getting started.”
He was so darn confident that I started to second-guess myself and pressed my hand to the front of my bra to hold it in place. My cheeks heated with embarrassment as I admitted, “It’s been a very long time for me, and I don’t have a lot of experience.”
“You don’t need to be nervous with me, sweetheart.
I’ve got you. In bed and out. But the last thing I want to hear about is you with other men.
” He crushed his mouth against mine, preventing me from saying anything else.
My mind was spinning when he lifted his head again to growl, “I get that we should talk about this, and it’s been a long fucking time for me, too.
Our pasts are exactly that, in the past. You’re mine now, and that’s all I care about. ”
His possessive streak reassured me, and I dropped my hand. He slid my bra down my shoulders, his dark eyes heating as his gaze raked over my chest. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
He captured my lips again before kissing his way down my body to swirl his tongue around one of my nipples. When he sucked the puckered tip into his mouth, my hips instinctively lifted off the mattress, and I whimpered, “Oh, yes.”
He gave the other side the same treatment, making me writhe in need. Then he tugged my pants down my legs and kneeled between them, his finger trailing over the wet spot on my panties. “I can’t wait to taste this pretty pussy.”
“Holy crap,” I breathed, my hips lifting off the mattress to chase his touch.
He didn’t make me work too hard for it, quickly removing my panties.
Then he lowered his head to brush his lips over the mound of my pussy.
Fisting my hands in his hair, I whipped my head from side to side as he flicked his tongue over my pussy lips, spreading me open with his fingers and licking up to circle my clit.
I’d never felt pleasure like this before, and we’d barely started.
“Delicious and so fucking perfect,” he murmured against my damp flesh before devouring me, his tongue sliding low to dip inside my core.
My pleasure quickly built, and it wasn’t long before I flew over the edge, my cries of completion echoing around the room.
When I came down from my release, Devon shucked off his jeans along with his boxer briefs.
My gaze drifted down his incredible body, zeroing in on the hard length of his dick.
There was a glint of moisture at the tip, and I licked my lips.
He groaned, circling his fist around the base as he positioned himself over me. “Sorry, sweetheart. You’re going to have to wait to get a taste of me. No way in hell am I going to be able to last when you get your lips around my cock, and I can’t wait to get inside your tight pussy.”
I’d just come, but I was still mindless with need when he rubbed the tip of his dick between my pussy lips before lining it up with my entrance.
He kept his gaze on mine as he slowly began to push inside.
I was still swollen from my climax, so he had to work for every inch of progress.
When he was finally anchored deep inside, I moaned, “I feel so full.”
“Because your tight pussy is stuffed with every inch I have to give.” My inner walls clenched at his dirty talk, making him groan. “You like that, huh? Knowing how hard you make me. That you give me so much pleasure that I’m holding on by a thread already after only one thrust.”
“Yes,” I panted, clutching at his shoulders.
“Good, because I’m going to want to sink inside you all the fucking time now that I’ve felt how perfect you fit me,” he growled as he wrapped my legs around his waist. Then he pulled his hips back before driving into me.
His pace started out slow, but he built up to the point where he was hammering me against the mattress. Hard and fast.
I hadn’t expected it to be possible, but he was pushing me toward the edge again. “I’m so close.”
“Thank fuck,” he grunted, sliding his hand between our sweat-slickened bodies to circle my clit with his thumb. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Milk my cock with your pussy until I can’t hold back anymore.”
Between his words and his dick hitting just the right spot inside me, I shattered into a million pieces, the pleasure more intense than anything I’d ever felt before. “Yes! Oh, yes!”
He punched his hips forward, anchoring himself deep as he climaxed with me.
He didn’t move again until my spasms ended, and I was gasping for breath.
After pulling out, he rolled to his side and hauled me against his chest, cradling me close.
Exhaustion pulled at me, and I could barely keep my eyes open.
Between everything that had happened since the airline cancelled my flight and the two mind-blowing orgasms Devon had given me, I just didn’t have it in me to stay awake any longer.
Falling asleep directly after sex was probably a horrible broach of etiquette, but I drifted off anyway.