Chapter 9
Kylie lifted her mouth to Devon’s without hesitation.
She might not know how to convince him he was worthy, or if she could come up with any words that could accurately describe how she felt in this moment.
But the guilt pouring out of him nearly gutted her, and she had to do something—anything—to show him what she knew by heart.
Devon would keep her safe. He would keep her steady.
Kylie trusted him with her life.
His arms wrapped around her in a flash. Returning the soft press of her lips with a desperate bid for more, he quickly took the kiss from a whisper to a scream.
Devon parted her mouth, searching and taking with his tongue, his lips pushed so hard over hers that she ached.
But the more urgent he got, the more Kylie gave back, her tongue sliding over his, diving deep before retreating to let him have control.
She reached into the tight sliver of space between them, her fingers curling over the black cotton hem of Devon’s T-shirt. Heat moved in a straight shot between her thighs, but he caught her hands, stopping her movements.
“Kylie. I’m not—”
“You are.” She cut him off before he could say the words good enough. His eyes blazed like fire-lit whiskey, full of his own burning need, and in that split second, Kylie’s realization settled in, hard and fast.
All the words in the universe wouldn’t work. She needed to show Devon she trusted him.
With all of her.
Kylie took a step back. With quick moves, she toed out of her boots, reaching down to remove her clothes until she stood in front of the bed in nothing but her bra and panties.
“What are you doing?” Devon asked, the words gravel over silk.
“I’m showing you what I see.” She climbed onto the bed, tugging back the comforter to expose the plain, white sheets. Her pulse beat a needful rhythm against her breastbone, and she reclined against the pillows to meet his questioning stare.
“I don’t understand.”
“Do you want me, Devon?”
“Yes.” His jaw turned to granite in the lamplight spilling down from behind him. “Hell, yes.”
Kylie smiled, her own desire spilling all the way through her as she said, “Then take me. Touch me, kiss me, fuck me any way you want. I trust you.”
A groan slipped past Devon’s lips, but he didn’t hesitate.
Pulling his T-shirt over his head, he took off his clothes—shirt, boots, jeans—and dear, sweet Lord, his body was perfect.
For a minute, he stood there in front of her in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, as if he sensed Kylie’s need to simply take him in.
And so, she did. Smooth, tanned skin covered the tight angles of his shoulders and the solid, muscular plane of his chest. His abs showcased enough definition to be sexy, but not so much that he looked fake.
No gym had cultivated these muscles, uh-uh.
Devon’s body was a testament to hard work, to running miles on perimeter checks, not treadmills.
Kylie’s gaze trailed lower, over the corded V sculpting either side of his hips and the outline of his fully erect cock beneath the fabric in between.
Her nipples tightened and pressed against the lace of her bra, the friction sending a tremor directly to her clit.
“You want me to touch you,” he said. The words held no question, but Kylie answered anyway.
“Yes.” She nodded, her hair swishing around her cheeks, as wild as she felt. Devon moved to the side of the bed, close enough to run a hand from her wrist to her shoulder to the slope of her neck, and she was helpless to do anything other than arch into his touch.
Devon’s fingers found her cheekbone, his palm fitting reverently over her jaw as he stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “You’re still swollen here, from where you bit yourself.” Back and forth, his thumb moved, the motion gentle on her tender skin. “Does it hurt?”
“A little,” she admitted, although she parted her lips wider to accommodate his hypnotic movement. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure. The sensations melted together, both of them heightening her arousal, doubling the need under her skin. “But I like it when you touch me.”
He didn’t stop. Sitting next to her on the bed, he slid the pad of his thumb to the indent at the center of her lips, pressing slowly into the wet heat of her mouth.
Kylie moaned, opening to let her tongue caress the warm, callused skin of his thumb. But rather than letting her engage, Devon retreated to the spot where her lip met her chin.
“I want to really touch you. Not where you have to do anything back.” His thumb edged back to where it had been, her nerve endings dancing like little live wires in anticipation, her pussy growing wet at the suggestion of his simple touch on her mouth and nothing more.
“But where all you do is feel. Will you let me do that, Kylie? Just close your eyes and let me in?”
“Yes.”
She opened her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.
Devon stroked and swept, his fingers hooking beneath her chin while his thumb ignited tiny sparks with every touch.
His movements grew more provocative, the tip of his thumb sliding into her mouth, teasing her tongue with a tiny flick before drawing back out.
Kylie’s breath came faster, pushing out of her lungs, and oh, oh, God, she felt his touches everywhere.
The salt of his skin was heady on her tongue, his thumb teasing her mouth with just enough pressure to drive her crazy, and she bowed up from the pillows, in search of more.
“Devon,” Kylie panted, her eyes springing open, and he raked her body with a slow, white-hot stare.
“You want me to kiss you next,” he said, repeating back her words from when she’d first lay down in front of him.
Suddenly, “yes” seemed like the most lacking word on the planet, but she said it anyway. Devon’s fingers moved from her mouth, joined by his other hand as he skimmed his touch to her hips.
“Jesus, Kylie. Look how pretty you are.” He pressed closer to her on the bedsheets, and she tucked her chin to follow his warm-whiskey gaze between her legs.
Her white cotton panties rode the bare, sensitive skin beneath, the material transparent from the slick heat of her pussy, but Kylie didn’t feel vulnerable or self-conscious at the obvious proof of how turned on she was.
“You like to watch,” Devon said, dragging a finger over the fabric-covered seam of her pussy. “You want to watch me kiss you?”
Her clit throbbed, her knees falling wide. “Yes.”
“Then keep your eyes wide open, sweetheart. Because I’m not kissing your mouth, and I’m not getting up until you come.”
In the span of a few pounding heartbeats, Devon had pulled off her panties and settled his body between her thighs. Kylie’s legs shook with need as he hooked one arm beneath the curve of her ass, his fingers splaying wide over her belly as he lowered his mouth to her pussy.
She nearly came out of her skin from the warm, wet contact. “Oh…God.” Kylie tilted her hips, her clit aching for the press of his tongue, but Devon held steady.
“Keep watching,” he said. His free hand dusted over her inner thigh, fingers playing momentarily in the crease dividing her leg and her body before sliding in to part the folds of her sex.
Spreading her wide, Devon teased her in long strokes, learning her with his lips and tongue.
Heat built deep at the center of her hips, although whether it was from the highly intimate way he was kissing her or the fact that she was watching his every move as he did it, Kylie didn’t know.
Didn’t care. Didn’t feel anything that wasn’t Devon’s mouth, working her pussy with hot, hard flicks of his tongue.
She tried to form words to tell him how good he felt, but they came out no more than pleasured moans.
Her hands reached down, one digging into the arm Devon had locked over her belly, the other cradling his head as he pumped his tongue into her.
His expression was the perfect combination of reverence and intensity, making Kylie’s heart beat faster and the heat in her body explode.
He shifted, sucking her clit past his lips in a sweet, punishing draw, and she came with a cry.
Turning her nails into the hard muscles of Devon’s arm, she levered off the bed, pulsing and praying and unraveling until she’d run out of breath.
“Did you mean what you said?” Devon asked a minute later, his voice vibrating against her still-sensitive clit. He pulled back to look at her. His eyes flared, both bright and wicked, but Kylie nodded without a second thought.
“I did.” She slid over the bedsheets, propping herself on her knees in front of him.
He raised up to meet her, lowering his boxer briefs to free his rock-hard cock from the cotton. “You want me to fuck you any way I want.”
Desire rekindled between her legs at the thought. “I trust you, Devon.” She circled his length with her fingers, pumping up and down. “I’m yours. All you have to do is take me.”
Pausing only long enough to grab a condom and put it on, Devon gripped Kylie’s hips. His hard angles and tanned skin stood out against her creamy curves, but she loved the way his hands looked on her.
And then suddenly, she couldn’t see them, because he’d swung her around on her bed so her back was pressed up against his chest.
“I know watching turns you on,” he said, his breath ragged as it warmed her neck, her shoulder. “But it turns me on, too.”
Kylie let out a soft gasp. “Then watch,” she said. Widening her knees, she bent forward, leaning until her palms spread open over the flat expanse of the headboard.
Devon’s fingers tightened on her hips. He loosened one hand, using it to guide his cock to the slippery wetness at her entrance.
But he didn’t press forward to fill her. “Gorgeous,” he murmured, and the slight brush of contact made her inner muscles clench. Finally, he sank into her inch by inch, filling her body until his hips were flush against her ass.