Daring Devlin (Lost Boys #1) - Jessica Lemmon Page 0,30
and gripped his erection with one fist. His hands shaking, he lifted my shirt, electrifying my skin with his hot-and-cold touch. When he discovered I wasn’t wearing a bra, he stilled, his entire body as hard as the inches of him in my hand. Then he pinched one of my nipples. Hard. I cried out from the intense pleasure and he muzzled the sound with his mouth. His hot, wet tongue on mine spun my head. Righted my wrongs. Buried my skeletons.
Is that what Devlin was to me? Some sort of liberator? In a way, he’d liberated me already. I was alive and aware, and for the first time in years, I realized I hadn’t died alongside Joshua.
I was very much alive.
Devlin thrust a hand into my yoga pants, his cool fingers finding their way into my cotton panties. He slipped over my center and moved the moisture through my folds. I was wet. So wet, I would have been embarrassed if I hadn’t been so turned on.
Or if he hadn’t said, in a reverent tone, his forehead rolling on mine, “You’ve been making me crazy for a week.”
He thrust a finger inside me, and when my mouth fell open, he kissed me, the seductive slide of his tongue against mine making me wetter.
“I told you I was what you liked.” His voice was as raw as his method. Being wanted, feeling wanted after being closed off for years, was better than I’d imagined.
And, oh, how I’d imagined.
Another finger entered me, and my knees buckled. I had to brace my lower back against the wall to keep from sliding to the floor. Like I’d confessed to him earlier tonight, I’d never been taken against a door. I’d never been seduced. Never. And I would swear on a stack of Bibles that his touch and our frantic, sloppy pairing was what every cell in my body had ordered.
“Take off your shirt and show me those beautiful nipples.” He slipped his fingers from my body, stroking my clitoris sensually. My mind hummed and my body buzzed and I hadn’t even orgasmed yet.
I reached for the hem of my shirt as his fingertips danced. I closed my eyes.
So good. So bad, but so good.
I pulled off my shirt and dropped it on the floor. He wasted no time ravishing my breasts. His teeth snagged, his jaw raked. His touch hurt but satisfied at the same time. Gentle would have reminded me of Joshua, of the girl I no longer wanted to be. But Devlin, no… Devlin wasn’t gentle. His fingers plunged deep again while his thumb played my clit like an instrument. A scream of release built in my throat, and I came as he strummed.
His lips left my nipple and covered my mouth. My muffled cries spilled down his throat while his fingers continued to move. I crumpled against him, begging, bleating for him to stop because I couldn’t take any more… Just couldn’t take it…
But I could. And I did. Another orgasm shattered me, shook my bones, and blotted out all other thought. A few ragged breaths later, after the fireworks had fizzled and the pulsing between my legs was only a dull thud, I opened my eyes.
Devlin’s knee was wedged between my legs, which was the only reason my ass wasn’t on the floor. I guess my knees had given out after all. My breast was in his hand and a contented smile curled his beautiful mouth. He might just be the most gorgeous vision I’d ever seen.
When enough strength returned into my limbs, I stood on my own. When he straightened with me, I pawed at his shirt. He let me strip him, helping me remove his sweater when I couldn’t reach higher than his shoulders. With his arms raised, I took a good look at the tattoo I’d caught a glimpse of the first night he’d come to my house. A number 7, in the same kind of font you’d see on a slot machine. The 7 was shaded black and located on the back of his arm. I wondered what it meant.
Shirtless, he put his arms down. I ran a hand along his bare chest, admiring two flat brown nipples on a canvas of golden skin. I smoothed my palm over his rounded pecs dusted with dark hair and along a small silver scar next to his collarbone. I followed the trail of hair to his abdomen and stuck a finger into his belly button. His abs