He might not be worthy of her outside this room, but he knew how to make her feel alive. For just a little while, Devon could keep her safe and help her forget. He could give her what she needed.
And he meant to do it.
Right now.
Forcing himself to slow down, he angled over Kylie’s body, bracketing her shoulders with both hands. For a second, all Devon did was take her in—the scant light from the bathroom creating gold-tipped shadows across the lines of her throat and collarbone, the soft cotton pressing against her chest as it pressed against his hammering heartbeat in turn. Years had passed, four of them, to be exact, since he’d taken his time with a woman.
But just because he was taking his time with Kylie didn’t mean he’d make her wait to come.
Shifting his body to one side, Devon surrendered his weight to the mattress while keeping one denim-covered leg between the heat of Kylie’s thighs.
“Look at you.” He skimmed a hand from her shoulder to her hip, letting his gaze follow the path. Her stare dropped to his fingers, the shock of her acquiescence making his balls go tight with realization.
Watching turned her on.
Making certain she had a perfect line of sight to both his hands and his mouth, he slid his palms over the flat of her belly, reaching for the hem of Kylie’s shirt to tug the cotton over her head. She’d foregone a bra, making Devon send up a fervent prayer of thanks, even as he let out a soft swear at the sight of her round, perfect tits.
“Jesus, Kylie.” He slid a thumb over one berry-colored nipple, his mouth starting to water as it tightened further under his ministrations. “You’re goddamn perfect.”
Kylie wrapped her legs around his thigh, thrusting hard even though her eyes stayed focused on the hand cupped firmly beneath her breast. “Devon, please.”
Her throaty whisper raked over him like a touch, and he answered her request without words. Devon parted his lips over her nipple, sucking the tight peak all the way into his mouth, working her in time to her thrusts against his thigh. Pulling back just slightly, he eased his thumb past his lips, alternating soft swirls of his tongue with rougher-edged touches from his hand.
“Oh. Oh, God, don’t stop.”
Kylie arched upward, her spine bowing up from the cool, white bedspread to fit more of her against his mouth. Devon slid his attention to her other breast, licking, sucking, daring her closer to the edge until her hips pistoned against him. Unable to hold back, he yanked the rest of her clothes from her body, wedging his jeans-clad leg back between her thighs.
“Look,” he grated, the heat of her pussy driving him insane even through the layer of denim between them. “Look how fucking hot you are. How wet. How sexy.”
Kylie’s eyes drifted from his mouth to the spot where his body rubbed mercilessly against her bare pussy. The friction had left a damp spot at the top of Devon’s thigh, and he slid over her again, this time harder. Her stare darkened with building need, turning almost midnight blue in the dim light of the room, and it loosened something low and powerful in his chest. Keeping a steady rhythm between her legs, he returned his focus to her breasts, rolling one nipple between his fingers while slipping the other greedily back into his mouth.
“Oh.” The high sound emerged from the back of her throat, turning Devon’s cock to solid steel, but rather than making him falter, her honeyed moans had him picking up the pace.
“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. Come undone for me.”
Kylie’s body went still and tight, motionless for just an instant before she began to tremble beneath his hands and mouth. He rode her through every gasp and every lust-blown breath, only dialing back his touch when her body finally went loose against the mattress.
“You’re a little overdressed for the occasion, don’t you think?” Kylie finally asked, her pointed glance still on the spot where her naked body came together with his clothed one.
An odd sensation Devon couldn’t quite name turned over in his gut. “We don’t have to do this,” he said, but she simply pinned him with that sassy stare that made him want her all the more.
“Let me ask you something.” She slid from beneath his body, kneeling against the comforter as she pulled him up to face her. Her hands dipped beneath the hem of his T-shirt, exploring the bare skin beneath it, and fuck, he couldn’t think when she did that.
“Okay,” he managed, helpless against Kylie’s touch. Holy hell, there went his T-shirt.
She licked her lips, kiss-swollen and flawless. “Do I strike you as the sort of person who does things without wanting to?”
“No.” His answer flew out, as unchecked as it was honest.
“Good. Because I’m not. I might be impulsive.” Kylie ran her fingers down the plane of his chest, her mouth curling into a wicked smile at the jump of his muscles when she went lower, then lower still. “But when I said I wanted this, I meant all of it.”
She freed the top button on his jeans with a quick turn of her wrist, and Devon was lost. Kylie felt too damned good to refuse, with her hands making quick work of his clothes and her lips hot at his ear. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his dark gray boxer briefs, she lowered the cotton until his cock sprang free.
“Ah.” Devon’s breath burst from his lungs on a sharp exhale, but it didn’t stop Kylie from circling her fingers around him in a slow, sinful glide. Her hand rode his cock with just enough suggestion to make him crazy, squeezing from base to tip. His pulse beat a wild pattern against his throat as she teased. Stroked. Pumped. But the sensation was too much and not enough at the same time, and finally he pulled back with a curse.
“I want to be inside you, Kylie.” As if to illustrate his point, Devon reached out, dusting a finger up her leg until he reached the sweet, slick spot at the junction of her thighs. She pressed her knees into the now-rumpled comforter and canted her hips into Devon’s touch as he slipped his finger inside the tight warmth of her pussy.
Kylie’s moan of approval twined around his. “Give me a second,” she said, sliding from the bed to the bathroom. His confusion turned to relief when she returned a few heartbeats later with a condom between her fingers.
