Daring Devlin (Lost Boys #1) - Jessica Lemmon Page 0,27

Rena further wasn’t fair. For her or me.

Besides, I didn’t need her asking more questions, or assuming I was siphoning drug money for the restaurant. I decided on a clean break. She’d picked up one payment. I’d kissed her one time. Walking away now would be easy.

Or so I’d thought.

Don’t mistake my excuses for honor. This was more about self-preservation. A good girl would rat me out, would lose sleep over my so-called evil deeds. Dragging her in deeper would only inconvenience me more.

She dropped her head against the blinds behind her. If anyone walked by, they’d know she was leaning against the door. They might even assume I had her pinned with my body while my mouth ravaged hers. I didn’t give a fuck what they thought. Let everyone think and suppose and wonder.

She blinked big bedroom eyes at me, lashes shadowing their depths. But I saw what was there. Sloppy, unorganized emotions chicks I usually slept with didn’t have the brain capacity to catalog. Rena was a messy choice for me.

Also, exciting.

One long, loose lock of hair the color of molasses had come undone from her ponytail. I twirled it around the tip of my finger. She’d trapped me without meaning to, and I threw away the intentions I’d had prior to this moment.

“Have you imagined this, Rena?” I asked, sliding the tip of my nose along the slope of hers.

A sharp intake of breath preceded her tipping her head back. It was a yes if I’d ever seen one. And I’d seen a lot of yeses.

Then her soft, pink lips formed my favorite word. “Y–yes.”

I smirked. She made me reckless. Correction: more reckless. I ran my fingers along the column of her neck. Her pulse fluttered hectically beneath porcelain skin.

She wanted me. Good girls didn’t want me. They thought they did, but the moment I laid the bad boy on thick, they shied away. Yesterday in the freezer, and now against the door… hell, when I was bloody and standing in her living room, Rena should have been intimidated. She should have been afraid.

She wasn’t any of those things. The idea of someone so good wanting someone like me jolted my heart into a new rhythm. Like Frankenstein’s monster, alive after being cold and dead for so long. My stray, unfeeling limbs brought together with renewed purpose. Pins and needles prickled down my arms and legs.

Amazing.

Rena had pulled me into her house. She refused to let me leave. She’d tried to give me a blanket, for God’s sake. She’d turned me on that night. Turned me on in the freezer when I tasted her sweet mouth for the first time. She was turning me on now, according to the steel rod between my legs.

Cock straining against my zipper, I leaned my length against her belly. Another test. Would she recoil? Her mouth dropped open, eyelashes fluttering. Hell, no, she didn’t recoil.

I remembered our chaste kiss in the freezer, how I’d left her there, my fingers having destroyed her hair, a faint pink rash on her sensitive skin from the whiskers on my jaw. I could use another kiss or three like that from her if she’d let me.

“Open your mouth.”

Her jaw dropped gently open. I leaned forward and stroked the roof of her mouth with my tongue. When I drew away she blinked at me, her eyelids heavy. An excellent sign.

I smiled. Couldn’t help it. She responded like an exposed wire to a puddle of water. Most of the time the girl I brought home attacked me. She had her tongue down my throat and her hand in my pants outside my door, and had dropped to her knees to suck me off before I had the key out of the lock.

Not Rena. She was waiting for me to make a move. I liked that.

“I’m not what you’re used to,” I told her. “But I’m what you like.”

I nipped her upper lip and soothed it with a kiss.

Maybe I was a notch on her cotton-candy pink compact. A chance to cross off “do the dirty with the bad boy” from her sexual to-do list. I didn’t care what her motivation was. She could check off every sexual position and I’d gladly oblige.

The little hitch in her breath drew me in. Untying the bow from her apron, I pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor with mine. Her belt went next. I tore open her pants and ripped down the zipper. Nostrils flaring, she