Desire (Desire, Book 1) - By Missy Johnson Page 0,33

Yes, we’d reached that point where he didn’t even have to say who it was.

“Hi.” I tried to push the elated feeling hearing his voice gave me out of my mind. I felt embarrassed about our earlier interaction when I’d basically lost it at him.

“Can you come outside?” He asked.

“Sure. I’m on my way to work anyhow.” Why was he out the front of my house?

Thoughts ran through my mind a million miles an hour. Right up the top of that list was me looking forward to gazing into those sexy eyes again.

“Bye Ara.” I ducked my head into the living room on the way out. Ara, engrossed in an episode of The Bachelor waved her hand in response.

Devon sat on the top step, his elbows resting casually on his knees. He was wearing jeans and a tight black shirt. I averted my gaze from his ripped stomach, to his face which had me equally mesmerized. I gave myself a mental slap. I really needed to snap out of this spell.

“Hey.” He smiled as he took in my black skirt and low cut grey knit top. Yes, I looked hot. I was glad I’d chosen this outfit now. He dragged his eyes away from my chest. I raised an eyebrow at him, he blushed. I refrained from doing a fist pump. Seeing him blush made me smile. Usually it was me fawning over him, so it felt good for the shoe to be on the other foot.

“How did you go with Neri?” He asked, patting the cement next to him.

I sat down beside him. For once I was willing to get to work on time, instead of ten minutes early. “She didn’t know him. We had a good talk though, and that’s something. I think she has been bottling things up.” I admitted. I turned to face him.

“I think maybe they should talk to someone. A counsellor, maybe.”

Devon nodded. “Good idea. I can get the number for the one we recommend. She is especially good with children.”

“Thanks.” I smiled at him. He reached out and grabbed my hand. His fingers traced my own.

“I know this is hard for you, Kait.” I didn’t pull away. “I want you to know, anyway I can help, I want to.”

“Thanks.” I said again. From the streetlight that reflected off the porch I could see he was looking at me. I met his gaze, holding it until he looked away. I wondered how true his words were. Surely there was a limit as to how far he’d go for me. I was beginning to think we were hitting that limit. I couldn’t work him out. One minute I swore I was feeling something from him, and the next it was as though a wall had been put up between us.

“Kait…” He began, his voice low and husky. Without warning, he turned back to me, his lips caressing mine. His hand slid under the wool of my top, cool against my warm skin. I gasped as he kissed my neck.

My hand ran over his hips and his waist, his excitement confirmed by his hardness. He lay me back on the cool concrete of the porch, his hands moved everywhere, over my top, under my top. Under my bra. He fondled my breast, his lips once again searching mine, exploring.

“Oh god, Devon.” I gasped, wanting him so badly. I gripped his neck, pulling his lip up to meet mine. “Not here,” I whispered. “The kids…” Devon kissed me again, but he acknowledged my request, bringing his hands out from under my top.

“Your skin is so damn soft. What are you doing to me, Kait?” He stared at me, his eyes overcome with lust and confusion. What was I doing to him?

“Me? I’m not the one who is hot, then cold.” I let out a small laugh, the idea that I was stirring him up hilarious to me. Devon cursed, banging his fist down on the concrete so hard it made me jump.

“I’m never cold, Kait. Never. I just know what’s at stake.” He sighed, frustrated, at himself or me I wasn’t sure.

What the hell did that mean? His eyes met mine. All my anxiety and confusion melted away at the sight of the lust in his eyes. “I always want you.” He murmured. He stood up, I took his outstretched hand and pulled myself to my feet.

“I have to get to work.” I said.

Devon nodded, stretching his arm behind his back.

“I’ll call you.” He whispered, kissing me