the big bed behind me and, oh, the throbbing between my legs intensified. I was instantly wet. I bit down on my lip and squirmed.
“What have you done to me, Rena?” he asked, amusement in his voice.
Him? What had he done to me? I’d had one boyfriend before him, and here he was talking me into light BDSM with hardly any effort.
“You ruined me,” he murmured. With a flick of his fingers, my bra was undone. He tossed it aside. “You’re all I think about. The only one I want.”
Being wanted singularly by Devlin was a heady concept. I reached for his face but he pulled his head away. “What did I say?”
With a huff, I dropped my arms. I’d let him have his fun for a few minutes, but after that I was going to be all over him and there was nothing he could do about it.
He undid the stud on my jeans next, drawing the zipper down at a torturously slow pace. My nipples peaked in the brisk air. His mouth covered my breast, an appreciative moan echoing from his throat. He didn’t suck hard or rake his teeth like he had before, instead laving my skin with the flat of his tongue. Then he pulled my nipple deep into his mouth while I writhed, my fists clenching uselessly at my sides.
Fuck it.
I grabbed his hair and pulled, guiding his mouth to my other breast.
“You are completely stubborn,” he told me, again sounding amused.
He backed me to the bed and when my thighs hit the mattress, I sat. He tugged my jeans to my knees, made quick work of my boots, and had me naked inside of five seconds.
“Scoot up. Head on the pillows,” he instructed. I scooted up the black comforter and laid my head on a pillow.
He yanked off his sweater by the neck and undressed. Slowly. He revealed his smooth, muscular chest, six-pack abs, and my favorite part of him. His penis, standing at half mast. I was tempted to touch myself while I watched the show. That was what he did to me. How crazy he made me.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, now gloriously naked. A wicked grin parted his lips. “You’re going to want to hold on to the rungs of that headboard.”
I clasped the cold iron overhead. He lay on his belly, palmed my thighs, and opened them wider. When his heated breath coasted over my center, my leg muscles seized. When his tongue touched my clit, I nearly launched off the bed. He held my thighs firmly and set his pace to leisurely. After a few minutes of gentle ministrations, my back melted into the bedspread.
When the sensations became too intense, I tried to pull my knees together. He held them wide, and far from done with the blissful torture, stroked his tongue over my clit without mercy. I clutched and came, shouting his name as every part of me tensed and released. He let go of my legs, slid up my body, and rested his hand on my ribs.
“Mmm.” I was boneless. Useless.
“Like that?” He kissed the side of my mouth. I hummed, satisfied beyond belief. “You can let go now.”
My hands still clung to the iron posts of the bed. I let go, flexing my numb fingers.
He rummaged in the nightstand drawer. “Ready for more?”
My laugh was breathless.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He rolled on a condom and covered my body with his.
“Can I touch you now?”
“You’d better,” he answered on a low growl.
I locked my arms around his neck and he tilted his hips, entering me, filling me. A cry that started out as his name faded into an inarticulate moan. I was overcome. And so in love with him it hurt. I hadn’t meant to fall for him. But my heart could not be separated from my body.
He slipped in to the hilt as his hair brushed against my forehead. “Say it, Rena.”
I panicked for a split second—half afraid he’d read my mind.
“Say my name.”
Oh, that.
He thrust in and out of me oh-so slowly and I sucked in a deep breath of pure satisfaction. My body tightened around him. He wound his fingers in my hair.
“Devlin,” I moaned.
“Say it again.”
I pressed my mouth to his ear. “Devlin.”
A tremor climbed his spine and branched across his back. I felt it. “Rena.”
“Devlin.” The words “I love you” were behind it so I pressed my lips together. Love. It was as real as his body gliding into mine.
His