I shake my head. “I’d rather have one day of happiness, one day of knowing that I’m loved and in love, than a lifetime without it.”
He blinks, raindrops dripping from his thick lashes, and looks away. “Blair…”
“No, Devlin. No.” I grab his face and turn it until he’s forced to look at me. “I understand why. I do. But ever since I lost you, my heart’s had a hole in it the size of Kansas, and I’ve never evenbeento that state.”
He laughs and then goes very still. His eyes search mine, and they fill with so much worry and regret that it makes my heart knock against my ribs.
“I never wanted to let you go,” he admits.
“Then don’t. Don’t let me go, Devlin. You did it once. Don’t do it again.”
I’m begging him. I really am. I’m pleading with every cell in my body. Every part of me wants him. I’ve always wanted him, and I’ve always been so jealous of every woman he dated after me.
His gaze drops to my mouth, and when his eyes flicker back up, there’s heat in them. I grab his soaked lapels and tug him forward, my mouth tipped toward his.
“Don’t let me go, Devlin. I can’t go through that again.”
He lifts his hands and cups my face; then he drops his mouth to mine and kisses me.
29
We don’t bother searching our way out of the maze. Devlin magics us back to his house, directly into his bathroom. It’s dark, but there’s enough light breaking through the window that I can make out his silhouette.
We’re kissing. We haven’t broken apart in minutes, and I don’t want to stop—ever. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and a little moan whimpers out of me.
He smiles against my lips and curls his fingers under the spaghetti straps of my dress. His fingers are soaked. My dress is soaked. Water trickles down my legs and back. Rain falls from his hair and splashes gently onto my cheeks.
This is the hottest moment ever.
He tugs the straps down, and his mouth drops from mine to caress my neck before he brushes kisses on my shoulder.
“I’ve loved you since the first day we had potions together,” he murmurs against my skin, making goose bumps ripple across my flesh.
I smile so wide it hurts. “For that long?” I say breathlessly as his hands slide up my sides and his fingers lazily graze over my breasts, sweeping across my nipples. Even through the fabric they’re pebbled and sensitive, aching for him. In fact, all of meis aching for him. My panties are soaked, and not from rain, as pressure builds between my legs.
“Mm, for that long,” he confirms.
It’s almost impossible to concentrate, but I recall when I first felt something for him. “I fell for you when we were lab partners and you suggested that we make the leapfrog potion.”
“Because we had extra time,” he says huskily before nibbling my shoulder.
I moan and drop my head back as my skin lights on fire. “And then you gave the potion to Cathy,” I recall with a laugh.
“She was hopping for an hour,” he replies, chuckling into my flesh.
“We were lucky Mr. Spencer believed that it was all an accident.”
“You were such a teacher’s pet,” he murmurs.
“We were so bad back then.”
He pauses, pulls his lips from my shoulder and looks at me. “I want to be even badder now.”
A deluge of moisture liquifies my panties.
He kisses me and when we part, I grab his bottom lip between my teeth. I sink my fingers into his waist. He sucks air in surprise and grabs my face, plunging his tongue into me, which makes my insides somersault.
He kisses me deeply, and I entwine my fingers in his hair. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him, marrying me to every hard surface that is Devlin, including his cock, which presses against my stomach like a lion in my pocket and baby he’s ready to roar, to quote the great artist formerly known as Prince.
