Daring Devlin (Lost Boys #1) - Jessica Lemmon Page 0,57

and nearly cramped up. She swallowed the rest of me and I lost control of my tongue. A string of disjointed curse words tumbled out in a creative jumble.

She took me so deep her nose bumped my stomach. She retreated and I watched my length leave her mouth, wanting to close my eyes and lose myself in the sensations of her warm lips and wet tongue, but not wanting to miss a single second of it, either.

And, God, she was amazing. If it’d ever felt this incredible to have a woman’s mouth on me, I couldn’t remember when. There was nothing about what she’d done for me—now or last night—that was out of obligation. She’d sunk to her knees for one reason.

She wants me.

Me. A guy she should be running away from.

Yet she’d chosen to stay with me last night, and now she was loving me with her mouth. I felt humbled. Grateful.

“Rena. Please.” I hadn’t meant to say the weakest word in history, but she’d milked the truth out of me. I was so fucking desperate I was begging.

I should’ve felt embarrassed. She didn’t give me a chance to feel anything other than incredible.

Every muscle in my body tightened as a lightning bolt zipped down my spine and shot to my balls. I tried to say her name in warning, to give her a chance to release me, but she didn’t let up. She took me deeper, her fingertips digging into my thighs. When she tugged gently on my sac, I came with a shuddering groan. My arm anchored to the wall, I squeezed my eyes tight and rode the lightning into the abyss. And Rena—beautiful Rena on her knees before me—drank me in. I came so hard my knees went weak. I pulled my hand from her hair and slammed it against the wall. My cheek resting on the cool, damp tile.

“Fuck,” I breathed, a phenomenal post-sex buzz trickling through my limbs.

Rena rose to her feet as I turned, my shoulder and the side of my head still resting on the tile wall. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her pinky finger. I grinned, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her flush against me.

“That,” I told her and then put a kiss on the tip of her nose, “is not a good-girl blowjob.”

She beamed up at me. So pleased with herself. I swear if I hadn’t bitten down on my tongue right then I would have pleaded with her never to leave.

Not because of the blowjob—though, good Lord, I’d donate a kidney for another one like it—but because of what she’d done for me. What she was doing to me. Not just to my body. To me.

I kissed her, holding her lips in mine as I pulled in a long breath through my nose. Keeping one hand wrapped around her waist, I reached behind me to turn off the water with the other.

I wanted to see her again. Tonight, if possible. I wanted her to come over here. We could make love—wow, that phrase was a panic attack waiting to happen—and sleep side by side again. And it wouldn’t be after we’d fought and I’d passed out. It’d be because she wanted to be here. Because I wanted to hold her.

Last night, she’d made the offer to “fuck her” and yeah, I liked the sound of that at the time. Or at least I’d thought I did. But maybe… maybe I didn’t want to fuck her. Maybe we hadn’t been “fucking” at all.

I opened my mouth to suggest we get together tonight, but the words clogged my throat like hair in a drain. Instead I said, “Better take you home so you can get ready for work.”

Disappointment bloomed in her eyes. I could see it. I thought Rena excited me because I didn’t know what she’d do next. Now I think it’s because I didn’t know what I’d do next. To prove the point to myself, I blurted, “Unless you want to have a quick breakfast… and then a quickie against the kitchen counter before you go.”

She stopped towel-drying her hair and smiled at me. My hopes levitated, my lungs expanded. Her next words made my dick stand on end.

“I’d love to.”

“On the counter?” I propelled her backward, to the hallway, and snatched the towel from her hair as we went. I couldn’t get enough of the girl who continued to amaze and surprise me. I kissed her. “Or leaning against it?” She nipped my