“Excuse me?” She stops moving with me and stands perfectly still, her body rigid. Her hands drop from my shoulders and land on her tiny hips.
“You’re a part of my family and have been for years,” I tell her and grab her hands, pulling them from her hips and holding them tightly. “You aren’t moving into some crappy hotel or some sketchy rental because you were too scared of your feelings to find a proper place. You want to run scared, fine. But be smart about it.”
She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
“And for the record,” I add softly, leaning in so our faces are inches from each other, “you can run all you want. I’m pretty fucking irresistible, and even if you’re not across the hall, you’ll still have trouble staying out of my bed.”
I kiss her cheek softly and slowly; then I let her hands go and walk away.
Chapter 41
Callie
Ibarely had an entire drink all night, but as I walk home from the bar with Devin, I have to question my mental state right now. I feel pretty fucking intoxicated. That’s what being horny as hell does to me, I guess. What the fuck was that on the dance floor? He’s so fucking cocky and full of himself—and it’s the hottest thing ever. It’s one of the things—besides the physical height, muscle, hazel eyes with flecks of amber and gray and thick, dirty-blond hair—that attracted me to Devin even as a teen.
He has this air about him…a strong confidence. Like he’s not as great as he appears, he’s actually better. It wasn’t there when I first moved to Brooklyn, thanks to Ashleigh. He was still attractive in a different way then. I can honestly say that seeing him vulnerable was a turn-on and I’ve never thought that about a man before. But now—on the dance floor—was the first flash of that other quality he’s had his whole life. And it was so sexy and manly and just…He left me standing there in the middle of the dance floor with wet panties. He barely talked to me for the rest of the night and now I’m following him back to the townhouse and I’m completely and utterly on fire for him.
Tonight is going to be hard to get through, knowing he is right across the hall. I try not to stare at his perfect round ass as I follow him wordlessly up the path. He opens the door and allows me in first. We both kick off our shoes and I drop my purse and head upstairs. He goes into the kitchen.
In my room I shut the door and peel out of my clothes. I hear his feet on the stairs and walk to my door. I lean my head against it and wait to hear his bedroom door open and close, but the sound doesn’t come.
Where did he go?
Suddenly every part of my body and soul is praying silently that he’s about to come into my room.Oh God, Devin, please do it, I think despite the fact I know I shouldn’t.Please just barge in here and rip my thong off, pull your perfect dick out and fuck me blind. Please.I crack open my door, unable to control my overwhelming need to figure out where the hell he is and what the fuck he’s doing.
He’s standing with his back against the railing of the stairs directly across from my door. Our eyes connect.
“Tell me to come in,” he demands in a low, gravelly voice filled with lust.
I don’t say anything. I just slowly pull the door wide open so he can see me standing there in nothing but my black lace push-up bra and matching black thong. His eyes sweep over me slowly and fully before holding my gaze again.
“Tell me,” he demands again.
“Come in.” It’s barely a whisper and it quivers with need.
The next thing I know, our lips collide and he’s pushing me back onto my bed, his long, muscular body on top of me, and his hands everywhere. His tongue controls my mouth—owns it. Oh God, it feels amazing.
“Devin, I fucking missed this,” I admit shamefully.
“Your own fault,” he whispers back as his full, wet lips move to my throat and down my chest. “I would deny you nothing, Callie.”
He’s licking and kissing the flesh on my bare stomach now. It’s a glorious feeling and as he keeps heading south, I tangle my hands in his hair. I feel his long fingers hook the sides of my thong and slide them down as he circles my belly button with long strokes of his tongue.
As soon as I’m naked from the waist down, his torso falls in between my legs. I glance down at him; his beautiful face is turned toward my thigh, kissing the inside of it softly, his eyes closed.
He opens them and looks at me as he turns, face inches from my core, and juts his tongue out. It softly licks my center and my head automatically bends back, pushing into the mattress beneath me.
“You taste incredible,” he murmurs into me, creating a vibration that makes me gasp. His tongue slides over me again and again before pushing past my folds and into my middle. The breath is sucked out of my lungs.
“Ohmygodyou’rekillingme,” gushes from me in one long word.
“I can stop if you want,” he whispers and then his tongue moves upward and takes a long, soft swipe at my clit.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I murmur and my lower back arches. I feel his hand move and a finger plays with my outer lips teasingly as he sucks my clit into his mouth and rubs his tongue over it. I whimper.
“You want my fingers inside you, baby?” he asks before delving back at me with his tongue.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan. “Touch me, Devin.”
