“Anyway, I’m going to bed,” I tell him and wave. It’s awkward but then again everything about tonight has been awkward, so whatever.
Ten minutes later I’ve changed into my pajamas, washed my face and finished brushing my teeth. When I head back into my bedroom from the bathroom, Devin is standing in my door. I freeze. Something in me starts to flutter with excitement and something else starts to flutter with fear. Overall it makes me feel light-headed and weak.
“We haven’t had a chance to talk about last night,” he says quietly.
“I don’t want to talk about last night,” I reply firmly. I walk closer to my bed but hesitate before getting into it. He still hasn’t left. I hate to admit that part of me is glad.
“Okay, then, let’s talk about your date again,” he offers and his dark eyes stare right into me with an intensity that takes my breath away. “If you wanted someone tall and athletic who knows about hockey, you didn’t have to leave the house.”
I don’t want to smile at that, but I can’t help it. I turn my face away from him and let my hair make a shield, hoping he doesn’t see it. I start to fluff the pillows on my bed.
“Did you kiss him?”
“Does it matter?” I challenge.
“Did you like it?”
“No.”
I turn back to face him and he’s right in front of me now. I’m shocked I didn’t hear him move. He towers over me, his eyes heavy with lust, and his lips in a full, sexy smirk.
“Why?” he wants to know.
“I don’t know why,” I snap back. I shake my head but I’m smiling again. It’s sheepish and unsure and I don’t know why. “What’s with the questions?”
He touches the back of my head with his hand and leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss isn’t hesitant. It isn’t shy. It’s powerful and dominant. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, not like he’s exploring or claiming territory but like he already owns it—owns me. I’m so turned on by that I could pass out.
“Did it feel like that?” he asks me.
“Of course not,” I respond in a throaty, breathless sigh.
“Then that’s why you didn’t like it.”
Before he can say anything else and before his smirk can grow any wider, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. I lower us both onto the bed. His body hovers over mine. His forearms and biceps are tight and hard beside me as they hold his weight. I move my lips from his lips to his neck and run my tongue up to his ear.
He lowers his body slowly onto mine and pushes his hips into me at the same time. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold our groins together. My hands are on a mission, roaming over his bare back and chest and shoulders and arms—they touch every part of him, and still it’s not enough.
I have wanted men in the past—reallywanted them—but never have I been this overwhelmed with desire for someone. And the fact that I have already had him and still want him more than before I had him—that scares me.
“We should stop,” I say as his hands start to tug my tank top off my body. “We did this already.”
Despite my words, my hands, which no longer seem to be listening to my brain, slip down his back and under the waistband of his pajama pants. His ass is smooth and hard under my fingers.
“Last night was about the past,” he murmurs in a heated, hoarse voice against my collarbone. “Tonight is about the future.”
I don’t like that. There is no “future” for us. There is no “us.” I want to tell him this—I need to—but he’s pulled my tank top over my head and is now sucking my left breast into his hot, wet mouth and his long fingers are pulling the waist of my tiny pajama shorts down.
Unfortunately the need to fuck him far outweighs the need to set him straight at this point. His lips move to the other breast and he’s gotten my shorts down to my knees and I’m not wearing any underwear. Completely exposed, he moves his hands between my legs and pushes them farther apart. I start to push his pajamas off his hips.
My back arches and my head rolls back against the pillow as he teases me, running his fingers through my wetness and flicking my clit lightly. My fingers dig into the flesh on his ass. He growls into my neck and pushes two fingers into me at once. I can’t control the moan rolling out of me and my hips buck against his hand.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers into my hair as his fingers move in and out of me slowly. I reach between us, wanting to grab his dick and make him as out of control as I am, but he tilts his hip, pushing it down against my thigh and making it impossible for me to reach between us. He knows he’s got all the control right now and he wants to keep it that way.
His fingers keep pumping in and out of me, his thumb pushing and rubbing my clit with every thrust. My breath is ragged and my spine is arched and then he curls his fingers and touches my G-spot and my eyes snap shut and he starts whispering in my ear.
“You’re fucking amazing, Callie. So hot. So sexy. I see you and my dick gets hard. I want you so bad. All the time. I want to make you come so hard. I want to…”
I move my lips to his, shutting him up with a kiss. He hits my G-spot again, pressing into it for a long glorious moment. My body melts and my orgasm rolls over me like a tidal wave. Devin rides me through it with his hand.
