be chatting to him half naked. It was like talking to someone on the phone while sitting on the toilet.
“I was seeing if you’re home. Do you mind if I come past?” My pulse quickened. Did I mind? Hell no! He could swing by anytime. He could-
Kaitlin May Delancy, get a fucking grip!
“I guess I’m awake now so you may as well...” I finally replied, trying my hardest to keep my voice neutral. “You better have coffee though.” I warned. “I won’t let you in the door if you don’t have coffee.” He laughed, as though I was joking.
I wasn’t joking.
“Sure.” He agreed, laughing. “I’ll get coffee. And donuts. See you soon.” My mouth salivated at the mention of donuts. I hadn’t eaten since last night, and as a result, I was starving.
If he brought donuts, I’d love him forever.
Throwing off my blankets, I ran butt naked down the hall to the bathroom. One of the benefits of working at night was having the house to myself during the day. If I felt like walking around naked, hell I could do it. I’m sure that logic would come back to bite me in the ass one day.
After a quick shower, I threw on a top and a pair of jeans. After running a brush through my hair, I tied it into a high ponytail, and threw on some lip gloss. I’d never really bothered too much with make-up, and I wasn’t about to start now. Cute detective or not.
Just as I finished brushing my teeth, the doorbell rang. I bounded to the door like the place was on fire, almost tripping over a stray matchbox car by the buffet in the hall. I stumbled to my feet, silently cursing Sam as my toe throbbed.
“Hey...” I began, my voice drifting off as my eyes caught sight of him.
Five seconds ago my focus had been getting my hands on that coffee as quickly as possible. Now, seeing Devon, in his silk pale blue shirt and grey pants, all thoughts of coffee were replaced with Devon, naked, under me.
“Hey you.” He smiled, his dark eyes smiling at me. His grey tie hung down his shirt, the top two buttons of the shirt undone giving me a preview at his body underneath. My god he was sexy.
I gasped in shock as he suddenly pulled my body against his, and kissed me deeply.
It took me less than a moment to melt into his embrace. This man drove me crazy. I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him inside. Slamming the door with his foot, he hoisted me onto his hips and balanced me against the wall. His lips pressed hard against mine, his breath sweet and manly. It was only then I noticed the coffee cup pressed between my back and his hand. It was fucking hot.
“You got me coffee.” I grinned, kissing him again.
“Well, I was under the impression I’d be refused entry, otherwise.” He raised an eyebrow, setting the cup next to me on the table. He slapped my hand when I reached for it.
“No time for coffee. You’ll have to wait.” His eyes narrowed, as his lips met mine.
I unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled them down my thighs, finally shaking them off my feet. He pulled his mouth away from mine slightly, long enough to smirk at me.
“Presumptuous much?” He teased. He thrust his warm hands under the soft cotton of my shirt, lifting it over my head from the inside. I gasped as his hands touched my skin. Every fantasy I’d had of what this would feel like failed to compare to the real thing.
“Oh shut up and kiss me.” I grumbled.
He laughed, but obliged, his hands running over my bra as his mouth explored mine. I reached behind me, unclasping the hooks as he brought me in for another passionate kiss. My hands fumbled as I tried to undo his pants.
“Seriously?” I muttered. “What, are these glued on?”
He chuckled, pushing my hands back around his neck. He undid his pants, pulling them down enough to free his length. I undid the buttons on his shirt, running my hands over the smooth bare skin on his chest. He suddenly lifted me onto his hips again, this time forcing himself inside of me. I gasped at the surprise of him entering me. He carried me over to the arm of the sofa, sitting me on the edge. It was just the right height.
“I wanted to do this to you right here,