Pushing that thought away, he motioned to put a dish inside the stainless dishwasher, but she moved at the same time and their arms brushed against each other. She glanced down at them first, then as she straightened up, so did he. His pulse spiked, and that familiar, annoying stir whirled through him again. The I-want-Elena-way-too-much warning.
Clearing his throat, he realized his lips were dry, even though he had just finished drinking water and wine. Damn it. But he had to have her—couldn’t get enough of her. Devon scooped Elena up and put her on the granite counter top, and she wrapped her legs around him.
Devon kissed the sweep of her neck, and felt her stiffening against him, her hands traveling up in his body. “You are fucking amazing,” he said, and breathed in her crazy sexy scent.
“Apparently so,” she whispered, nudging his cock.
“I wanna make you feel good, babe.” So good.
“I’d say mission accomplished.”
Choking back a laugh, he caressed her cheeks. The spontaneous tenderness surprised even him. “Hardly.”
“No pun intended.”
He nipped her chin. “Shut up, Elena.”
“Make me.”
No one could ever accuse him of turning away from challenges. With that in mind, he covered her lips with his, and cupped her face, the desire to make love to her burning through his veins like a raging fire. She stroked his tongue with hers, and her hands linked behind his neck, bringing him closer. A couple of moans formed in her throat, and he swallowed them. The atmosphere shifted around them, and quickly the homemade meal vibe shifted into a much less wholesome energy.
He deepened the kiss, barely able to breathe himself. She squeezed his shoulders, then her fingers slid down his bare back. A thread of shivers followed the path her nails trailed.
Lowering his hands, he groaned, and then pulled up the hem of her dress. The second he touched her inner thigh damp with her juices, his groin stirred. He fought the urge to flip her and swat her ass. Screw her hard, while she screamed his name. Damn it. She wasn’t like the women he typically dated—there was a sweet vulnerability about the way she kissed him, moaned, fondled him. He had to go slow, even if it killed him.
“When I’m with you, I feel like I’m melting. Isn’t that weird?” she said between kisses, in such a carefree way, that his heart squeezed and an unfamiliar ache lodged in his throat. Shit. He had to focus on fucking her, nothing more.
“That’s weird.” He inserted his finger into her, and she gasped. Her slick walls clenched around him, and he could feel the pulse from her center of nerves. Flicking it with his thumb, he decided to do some exploring.
She bucked against him, rocking onto his hand. Damn, that sensual shit turned him on like crazy. He circled his fingers into her, working his thumb harder. Faster. His cock swelled in anticipation, and she mewled. The soft sound was like the missing ingredient for a secret recipe.
He drove his fingers in and out of her. His movements more intense. Soon, she quivered around his hand, her moans filling the air and setting his heart in a wild race. He kissed her—a long, passionate kiss that spelled trouble. Damn it, she was trouble. For how long would he fool himself? She wasn’t just a mystery he didn’t crack. Elena was—
She panted. “I want you inside me.”
“I am,” he said, and moved his fingers inside her pussy.
She chuckled. A hearty, happy sound. “Your…”
“My cock?”
She licked her lips, and a lovely shade of pink spread across her cheekbones. “Your cock,” she said as if she was saying it for the first time, and peered at him. A glint in her eyes hinted at the schoolgirl who had just gotten in trouble with the principal. Dirty talking wasn’t her thing. He needed to fix that.
For now…he’d address a much more urgent matter.
