Chapter 19 Lofton #2
Though as a long moment passed between us, something softer and far more dangerous settled deep in my bones. I wasn’t ready to acknowledge what that feeling was yet. And I sure as hell wasn’t ready to share it with him.
But it existed, and for just a beat as something pained flitted through Devon’s face, I knew he felt it too.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, more than ready but also desperate to keep him in the moment.
His throat bobbed, my name tumbling from his lips like an apology. “Lofton, I—”
I rested my hand on his cheek. “I need you inside me. Please, Devon.”
He cleared his throat and shook his head. “I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill. And I trust you.” I rushed out, making sure he saw it in my eyes—no doubt or hesitation. “You think you can trust me, too?”
That was all it took.
His mouth crashed back to mine, any restraint he’d been clinging to snapping clean in half as his hands roamed my body.
I arched off the bed when his hand found my breast. His thumb grazed my hardened nipple, sending sparks through me.
A cry tore from my throat.
“Shhh.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re gonna get me fired. If I’m gonna fuck you, you have to be quiet.”
“I…I’ll try.”
“Good girl,” he praised before kissing me again.
I slapped a hand over my mouth the moment he shifted to my side, his fingers finally finding my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, but I want to make sure you can handle my cock. Come on my hand, but do it quietly, and I’ll give you everything you need.”
I gasped, my entire body coming alive as he glided two expert fingers inside me.
“Fuck,” he rumbled, as I bucked my hips off the bed, riding his hand. Using his thumb, he circled my clit, coaxing me to the highest peak.
And when I couldn’t take it anymore, I crashed down with a quiet whimper, already spreading my legs wide in invitation, ready for more.
He moved fast, positioning himself over me, his straining cock poised at my entrance. His dark gaze flicked to my face, as if he still wasn’t sure that was what I really wanted.
Circling my legs around his waist, I pulled him into me, removing all doubt. His forehead dropped to mine, watching between our bodies as he disappeared inside me inch by inch.
“Yes,” I whispered when he was fully seated, filling me so devastatingly full.
And then he moved. Hard and fast. The roll of his hips punctuated every thrust.
The thick cords of muscle at his neck strained as he drove into me, working us both to the edge of oblivion.
My lids fluttered shut, lost in a sea of lust and euphoria.
Never slowing, he dipped his mouth to my ear. “You still with me, Lofton?”
“I never want to be anywhere else.”
A deep growl vibrated his chest, his hips speeding up. “Say it again.”
I opened my eyes. I couldn’t see his face, but his pace had become frantic as if he could fuck me hard enough to claim me.
He didn’t need to claim me. I was already his as if it had been predetermined before he ever stepped into my life. But I was really enjoying the way he tried.
“I never want to be anywhere else,” I repeated, raking my fingernails down his back.
His thrusts grew quicker, harder. Losing rhythm while building intensity.
My muscles tensed, gripping his cock and dragging us both under.
We came together, his body going rigid as mine shattered around him.
“Lofton,” he breathed, as he emptied himself inside me.
And I said nothing, for fear of what might accidentally slip out.
His heavy weight sagged on top of me. I could hardly breathe, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. Devon must not have agreed, because he shifted to the bed beside me. His softening cock brushed my thigh, leaving a glistening trail of his release.
“Shit, sorry,” he murmured, rising to his feet. I didn’t have time to object before I heard the bathroom faucet turn on.
He returned with a warm washcloth. And in pure Devon fashion, he didn’t ask as he set about taking care of me.
I smiled as I watched him perform such an intimate task with laser focus.
“I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you tonight.”
He stilled, his gaze meeting mine, and then with stone-cold seriousness he asked, “Then how come I did all the work?”
My mouth fell open in mock injury. “Hey, I did work too.”
He hit me with a teasing side eye. “I’m pretty sure that was all me.”
Sitting up, I slapped his shoulder. “You cut my work short.” I dropped my voice to mimic his. “Rule number one: you do not get to make me come unless I’m inside that beautiful pussy of yours.”
He smiled, wide, white, and life-altering. “I don’t sound like that.”
I batted my lashes. “I have an entire room filled with awards that says you do.”
He arched a brow, trying and failing to look skeptical. “Oh yeah, they give awards for bad impersonations now?”
I shot him a scowl that evaporated when he snaked a hand out and plucked my nipple.
“Lay down,” he ordered, still grinning. “I want to get my mouth on these before the regrets sink in.”
Swatting his hand away, I swung my leg over him, straddling his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.
His hands cupped my ass. “I’m gonna need a little more time than that before round two, babe.”
As much as I wanted to laugh, I held his gaze, imploring him to hear me. “I don’t have any regrets, Devon.”
He slanted his head, still fucking grinning. “You will.”
“I won’t,” I snapped. “I’m serious. Do you?”
“Absolutely not.” He leaned in for a kiss, that damn smile never faltering. “But I’m the steady, remember?”
I blinked at him, lost as if I’d missed something integral and he was just carrying on without me. Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I gave him a firm squeeze. “You’re my steady.”
“That’s what I said. Come on, I’m gonna jump in the shower and then we need to get you to bed. Everyone will be back for breakfast, and Salty was pissed when I showed up without you this morning. Can’t disappoint him two days in a row.”
He stood up, lifting me with ease before setting me on my feet.
With a kiss on the top of my head, he flashed me that unwavering smile one last time, and then sauntered to the bathroom.
I had no idea what had just happened, or honestly if anything other than the seriously spectacular sex had happened at all.
Smiling was good, right? Maybe he’d been teasing about the regret thing and I’d just read into it. He was my steady. We’d both said it, slightly different words, but the same meaning.
And more so, how the hell was I supposed to figure any of that out as I became enthralled with his incredible ass as he walked away.
His hand shot up in the air, his fingers firing off a loud snap. “Lofton, bed.”
As I jolted out of my trance, a slow, giddy schoolgirl smile curled my lips.
Yeah. Okay. Smiling was definitely good.