Daring Devlin (Lost Boys #1) - Jessica Lemmon Page 0,37

before, but seeing his approval I knew I’d do it again.

“Is this why you came in tonight?” I sucked in a breath as he lifted my shirt and kissed my belly.

“No.” He licked a slow, wet circle around my belly button and then dipped his tongue into the waistband of my panties. Meanwhile, I clutched his hair for dear life.

God, I loved his hair.

I’d grabbed a handful of it from behind the other night, but this was so much better. I could see it—dark, wavy, and disheveled. Still cold from him being outside.

He slid off the chair and knelt in front of me. He slithered those silky panties down my legs, having a nice, long look at what he’d revealed.

“When I saw you tonight”—his warm breath fanned over me before slicked his tongue along my folds—“I decided I could eat.”

My laugh faded into a low sigh when he went to work licking and suckling. He palmed my ass and pulled me closer to his ravishing mouth. My knees melted. I fisted his hair and tugged, fighting needy whimpers as he buried his tongue into me over and over.

I was so close. So close… “Dev—”

A knock at the door—are you freaking kidding?—interrupted us, but he didn’t let me get away. Instead, he gripped my hips and went to work on that tiny bundle of nerves responsible for rendering me useless. While he licked, he reached up and squeezed my nipple over my shirt and bra. Pleasure jolted through my entire body as I sucked a breath through my teeth.

When the knock sounded again, he paused ever so briefly to answer, “Occupied!”

“Maybe we should—”

“Concentrate, Rena.” He smiled up at me, his eyes flashing with mischief. At my service on his knees. Was there a more beautiful sight? He licked his damp lips. “We’re not leaving this room until you come.”

No problem. I nearly did right then.

This time he put his mouth on me and slipped two fingers into my tight entrance at the same time. His tongue danced over the sensitive flesh, the sensation of fullness bringing me closer to the pinnacle. I moved my hands from his hair to his shoulders, rising on tiptoes to give him access. When he added a third finger and increased the pressure on my clit, I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out loud.

The orgasm was intense, leaving me shuddering, gripping his shoulders for support. Ragged breaths sawed from my lungs. When I trusted my legs to hold me, I straightened. Devlin placed a kiss on my stomach, one on each hip bone, then redressed me. As he was buckling my belt, I had the thought that he was actually… sweet. Could that be right?

He rested his chin on my stomach and looked up at me, his blue eyes as transparent as I’d ever seen them. My entire body tingled. I was probably glowing like the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center.

“Thanks, baby,” he said.

I let out a sharp laugh. “Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”

His eyes narrowed. “You owe me more than a thank-you.”

Ah, there was my dark angel. My lips curved, liking the sound of “more.” He pushed himself off the floor and sat in the chair.

“I’m happy to return the favor,” I said, bold and brazen. I would gladly take him into my mouth, have him under my control the way he’d had me under his. I loved the idea of Devlin under my control.

“Oh, you will.”

He patted his legs. Obediently, I sat.

“What were we supposed to talk about?” He moved a lock of hair behind my ear. I liked when he held me close, his fingers in my hair. I felt like a treasure.

“My schedule?”

“Yes. Right.” He nodded. “You’re going to pick up a shift tomorrow.”

Tomorrow was Sunday. I had a non-date with my mom’s boyfriend’s nephew. That felt wrong. Especially now. Devlin wasn’t my boyfriend. I had no claim on him. For all I knew, he did this with a different girl every night of the week. My stomach soured, but I knew better than to ask him. If the answer was yes, and it very well could be, I didn’t want to know.

“I… can’t,” I said. “I have to go to dinner.”

I rearranged his longish hair and tried not to picture another girl’s mouth on his body. I loved his hair. Glossy almost-black, soft, and thick.

“With?” he asked.

“My mom, the guy she’s dating, and his nephew.”

He nodded, probably assuming that “nephew” was synonymous with “ten-year-old.” I wasn’t sure