He reached out for me, grabbing handfuls of the t-shirt I’d gone to bed in, pulling me down and making the sweetest, happiest little noise as I gave in, climbing onto the bed, looming over him.
Devin reallywashalf my size—maybe less, he couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds—but he wasn’t afraid of me. He wasn’t evenwaryof me, like he’d barely noticed that he would’ve been in real trouble if I actuallyhadrolled over onto him in the night.
“You smell like campfire smoke,” I said, nuzzling Devin’s hair.
If I could have this, I was taking my time with it. I wanted to remember it forever.
“Think it’s the blanket,” Devin said, curious fingers playing with the edge of my shirt. “Fair warning, I’m expecting a couple of fingers inside me in ten minutes or less.”
I backed off to raise an eyebrow at him, torn between surprise and laughter.
“You don’t screw around, huh?” I asked.
“I wasnotkidding about the rate I go through condoms,” Devin said. “I’ve been waiting a really long time for this.”
I smiled down at him, promising myself I’d make it worth the wait, leaning back down to nuzzle his hair again.
Devin’s fingers tensed against me as I worked my way down, pressing quick kisses behind his ear, grinning to myself as he squirmed under me.
“Were you not listening just now?” Devin asked, gasping as I nipped at his throat. I got the feeling he liked that kind of thing.
“I was listening,” I murmured, sliding a hand under his shirt to push it out of the way again, fingers creeping up so I couldreallytake my time with those nipple piercings. “When you said I had ten whole minutes.”
Devin made an unhappy sound in the back of his throat, but it cut off into a yelp as I brushed my thumb over one of his nipples again. He needed a minute to figure out that giving me time was agoodthing.
“You’re a cruel man,” Devin said as I inched my way down, pulling the neck of his t-shirt aside to nip my way along his collarbones, one and then the other, humming as he squirmed under me.
“Like, under the scary top layer and then under the sugar-sweet gooey center, there’s a cruel streak right at the core.”
I laughed at that, shuffling down to kiss from his navel to the waistband of his sweats, toying with the elastic and watching his belly tense in anticipation.
I wasdyingto see this tattoo.
“Roll over,” I said, moving out of his way so he could, enjoying the view as he stuck his adorable little butt up in the air for me.
“Relax,” I murmured, moving back to him and working both thumbs into his underwear, ready to pull both bottom layers down at once. “I’ve still got like nine minutes.”
“I should’ve said three,” Devin complained, his face thumping into the pillow, hips still raised so I could undress him.
Thatpart, I wanted to do as soon as possible. Not that there wasn’t fun to be had rolling around fully dressed—not that it wasn’texactlythe kind of fun I would have loved to have with Devin—but he wanted something specific from me tonight, and I wasn’t about to say no.
That tendency to do anything he wanted hadn’t gone away yet. Probably never would, especially if he kept up the breathy little gasps as I ran my hands over him.
I pulled pants and underwear down over the perfect curve of his ass at once, exposing him in one swift movement that made his breath hitch and his thighs tense up, hips falling back to the bed as soon as his clothes were clear of them.
I could’ve undressed him the whole way, but I liked how he looked tangled up in his pants, just a few inches of the backs of his thighs exposed.
“This isnoton your butt,” I said, reaching out to trace the lines of the chrysanthemum I hadn’t really believed I’d find here. It curled up over his hip, covering the side of his thigh and only barely creeping onto anything that, in my opinion, could reasonably be called ass territory.
“It is,” Devin defended. “I had to lie in Aiden’s studio with my ass out for the world to see while he did it. Kieran came in once and gave me hell about it.Andthere’s no way to show it to anyone without also showing them my ass. So. It’s a butt tattoo.”
“Stretching the definition of butt,” I said, tracing one of the long petals from the center to the edge of the flower, Devin shifting under me, thighs falling further apart.
The message was pretty clear, but I wasn’t done exploring just yet.
“This is a great angle for you, by the way,” I teased. “Y’know, if the kayaking thing doesn’t work out.”
“If the kayaking thing doesn’t work out, you want me to go into porn?” Devin asked, turning his head so he wasn’t muffled by the pillow.
