her nipple piercings just right and growled, “Come.” He bit down on her neck, purposely breaking the skin.
Devon winced as his venom leaked into her wounds. Fuck, it stung like a bitch. It also threw her over the edge. Digging her nails into his back, she shook violently as waves of blinding pleasure viciously tore through her, arching her spine and wrenching a scream of his name out of her throat. He snarled a harsh curse into her neck as he slammed deep, and she felt his cock pulse over and over as he exploded inside her.
Every bit of strength seemed to seep from her body in a rush, and she slumped against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Mouth dry, chest burning for air, she floated on a post-orgasmic cloud, utterly dazed and completely sated.
It could have been minutes or hours later that she became vaguely aware of him moving, holding her tight in his arms. And then she was falling. No, she thought as she snapped her eyes open, she was being lowered to her bed. Limbs like noodles, she sank into the mattress flat on her back, and her eyelids fluttered shut once more.
She felt the bed dip beside her. Felt him burrow into her side and gently rub at her inner thigh. No, she realized, he was rubbing his come into her skin. Shit, they hadn’t used a condom.
She tried forcing her heavy eyes open—it didn’t work so well. “Tanner.”
He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Sleep, kitten. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Yeah, that would work, she thought. And then sleep pulled her under.
*
For once, Devon woke before her alarm. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know she was alone. Tanner’s scent still permeated the air, but it was faint.
Oh God, she’d slept with the fucking pooch.
It had been mind-blowing. Unparalleled. Would be etched into her memory for all time, just as he’d promised it would.
Ordinarily, she liked it when a guy delivered on his promises. This time? Not so much.
Her enhanced hearing picked up the sounds of someone puttering in the kitchen. She let out a tired groan. Hell, he was still there. She would have thought he’d be long gone before she woke, considering he was supposed to be escorting Harper to work. And, God, Devon wished he had left. She just didn’t know what to say to him. Didn’t know what to expect from him.
Was he regretting it? Was he worried she’d expect more from him? Was he going to ask her to keep it a secret so that Harper didn’t get involved? Was he—
Her alarm went off. Fuck, it was time to face the music.
Devon turned off the horrid sound, went through her morning ritual, and then shuffled through the apartment into the kitchen. Her demon huffed at the sight of Tanner sitting at the small dining table, reading something on his phone while he drank coffee, looking far too at home.
He also looked far too gorgeous and edible—which only grated on Devon’s prickly mood.
He looked up. “Morning, kitten.” He gave her one of his slow, sexually charged perusals that made her all tingly. “How are you feeling?”
Devon held up a hand and mumbled, “Don’t talk to me.” She needed caffeine before she had any hope of holding a conversation with him. And she certainly wasn’t capable of civility until she’d had her fix.
She was just about to head for the half-full coffee pot when something caught her attention. There was a little saucer of milk on the island.
Tanner glanced at it, his eyes dancing. “Thought you might be thirsty, kitten.”
And that was enough to jab at her foul morning temper. She sharply flicked her hand with a snarl. Power crackled through the air and zapped his ear hard enough to make his head jolt. “It’ll be your balls next,” she warned.
Even as a little blister formed near the tip of his reddening ear, the masochistic bastard smiled. “And there are my kitty’s sharp claws again.”
Devon narrowed her eyes at his possessive tone. Caffeine, she needed caffeine to deal with this shit.
It was as she moodily snatched a mug out of the cupboard that her cell phone rang. The chiming … God, the sound was so piercing right then, it was like having an ice pick shoved down her ear. She dug the phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen. Adam. She tapped the answer icon and snapped, “What?”
There was a brief silence. “You haven’t had coffee yet,