Daring Devlin (Lost Boys #1) - Jessica Lemmon Page 0,32

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I slipped my fingers between her legs and groaned when I found her soaked. She was absolutely soaked for me. I approved. Inserting first one finger and then the other, I enjoyed her reaction more than my own gratification. Her body writhed while I took my time. Her movements were slow and languid while she arched into my ministrations. When she tugged her wrists, I tightened my grip until she settled once again.

I kissed her back, first a soft press of my lips against her spine, then higher, and higher still. Covering her with my body from chest to balls, I licked and kissed the back of her neck, listening to her clipped exhalations. She reacted to me like we were kindred spirits. Impossible. She was Red Riding Hood to my Big Bad Wolf.

I loosened my hold on her wrists, blanketing her body with mine. I wanted to please her. Not so she’d please me. Just because I really loved watching her shatter. That was new. Normally I was concerned about my own release. Every ounce of foreplay was leading up to the moment I got mine.

I replaced my fingers with the head of my dick, dipping into her wetness, then out. She let out the cutest squeak when I started to enter her. My stomach tightened. I became even harder. Who knew I could get harder?

Gritting my teeth through the pleasant pain, I released her hands.

“Okay?” I whispered against her ear. Keeping her arms overhead, she nodded, her cheek on the wall. I gripped her hips with both hands and knelt for better access. She was so wet, so hot, I ached to drive into her and relieve the pressure continuing to build.

Luckily my brain knocked my throbbing penis offline.

Condom. There was a handy thought.

“Don’t move.” I backed away, missing her warmth instantly. I snatched my pants and riffled through my wallet until I found one of the condoms I’d wedged in there last month. A month since I’d been laid. Not my longest stint, but pretty damn long.

I rolled on the latex, musing how when I’d stashed protection in my wallet, I’d never imagined Rena. No part of me could have dreamed I’d encounter so much sweetness. Some of her hair had fallen over her back and I pushed it aside again. So much softness. I slid my hand down her back. So much trust. I drew my palm back and laid a sharp slap against her butt cheek.

“Oh!” She pulled her arms down and pushed on the wall, sliding me the sexiest gaze over her shoulder. I couldn’t help grinning.

“What are you waiting for?” She wiggled her ass.

I crushed my body against hers, savoring the small chuckle that echoed from her throat. I licked her ear, then bit it lightly. My good girl wanted to be bad. Maybe she was bad only with me, which made my chest swell with pride.

I grinned. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

No sweeter word could have been spoken. Bending my knees, I lined us up and eased into her. She accepted me, inch by agonizing inch, her channel wrapping around me like a warm, wet fist. She threw her head back, her hair tickling my chest and shoulder. A full-body chill raced down my spine and legs.

Holding her hips, I took her earlobe between my teeth.

“Okay?” I checked again.

“Stop asking me that,” she demanded, reaching back and tugging my hair.

I took that as an affirmative and drove into her to the hilt. She cried out and I uttered a harsh curse. I sank my teeth into her shoulder, easing up before I left a mark. Holding out hadn’t been a problem since I’d been a teenager, but I was struggling. I started listing stats from horse races and football games from the last decade to keep myself distracted. When she squeezed me from within and moaned my name, those numbers burst into flames.

She moaned. My name.

Air stuttered from my lips as I slid in and out. The way she’d said it, Devlin. Devlin… like a prayer. Or a wish. Or a dream that caused her to thrash and tangle her sheets, only to wake sweating, pulsing for release.

I wanted her there, too. In sheets. This hallway hookup wouldn’t be enough, I thought with sudden, sickening clarity.

She slammed against me, taking me deeper. I made it two, three more thrusts tops, before I spilled into the condom. I let her go to brace myself on the wall so that I wouldn’t collapse from the force of my