Desire (Desire, Book 1) - By Missy Johnson Page 0,44

little smirk played on his lips. I couldn’t tell if the kitchen remark was a reference to the other day at my house, or just coffee. “I’ll follow you.” I finally responded, my eyes narrowed. “Nothing sexier than a man making espresso.”

Really Kait? That’s the best you have?

I wanted to hit my head against the wall. He at least looked amused as he took off into the kitchen shaking his head with me right behind him.

“Nice kitchen.” I commented. That was an understatement. His kitchen was huge, with grey and white tones. All the latest appliances could been seen, all brand new. “Do you like cooking?”

“I do actually.” He looked surprised by my question. “After a long day at work, it relaxes me. My job gets quite stressful, so it’s good to have a release.”

I’m not sure why, but I blushed. Again. Hearing him say the word ‘release’ had my mind wandering to things that were much dirtier than cooking.

“So,” I sat down on one of the three stools that lined the kitchen counter. “Do you think I should tell Neri?” I crossed my arms and leaned over the counter, stretching my hands flat against the marble surface.

Devon glanced at me. “It’s a hard one. I mean, it might be nothing, but on the other hand, kids can sense things anyway. I think it would be harder for them to deal with not knowing anything, if that makes sense.”

It did. It made a lot of sense. Why couldn’t he have just texted that to me when I asked him that?

A little voice in the back of my head answered.

Because he wanted to see you. He handed me a coffee. I got up, following him into the living room. Like the kitchen, the living room was huge, with the same grey tones and modern furniture.

“Nice.” I commented. He shrugged, looking around.

“I like it. I don’t get much time to relax, so when I do, I want to enjoy it.”

“Yes, you like to release.” I said, before I could stop myself. I stiffened at his amused expression.

Why did I say that? Was that why I was here? Was I just a convenient way for him to relax? The idea irked me as I tried to shake it off.

“Are you okay, Kaitlin?” Devon looked closely at me. Did he have no idea the effect he had on me? How could he possibly be so oblivious?

“I’m fine. Tired.” I sighed. “Maybe I should go. I will call a cab.” Devon reached out and touched my arm. I froze, his fingers gently stroking my arm. I relaxed back into the seat, silently wishing I had more resolve.

Why couldn’t I just get up and leave?

“Please don’t leave yet.” He spoke quietly as he leaned over and kissed me. “I’m sorry if the other day I made you feel less than you’re worth. That was never my intention.” He gently kissed my neck, working his way down. “You’re worth the world, Kaitlin.” He whispered, gently tilting my neck as he kissed his way back up along it. I breathed in as his lips joined mine.

Turning my body to face him, I sighed as he kissed me deeply. I wanted him so badly. I needed him, and I so badly wanted him to want me. More than I was willing to admit to myself.

“Devon…” My voice trailed off, the words falling away as his hand slipped under my shirt.

He unbuttoned my shirt with a sense of urgency. Cupping my bra, he rubbed my breasts, our lips entangling in a long, sensual kiss. He stood up, bringing me with him.

“Come with me.” I smiled as he undid his shirt, throwing it on the ground. I stepped over it, following him down the hall. We entered his bedroom, him walking backwards towards his bed, taking the view of me half naked in.

“Take off your bra.” I obliged, reaching behind me to unclasp the little metal clips. My nipples hardened as he stared at me, a look of longing in his eyes. I tried to read him, to see what he wanted from me. He stepped closer to me, so we were touching. He ran the back of his hand down my cheek, down my neck, and over my breast, stopping short of my naval. I shivered.

“Wow, you are so beautiful. You’re such a sexy girl, Kait.” Pushing me back on the bed, he circled his tongue around the point of my nipple, watching me as I watched him.

I bit my