Desire (Desire, Book 1) - By Missy Johnson Page 0,52
hanging over the top and wrapped it over me, the chill wearing off slightly, “Are you going to speak, or just sit there staring at me all night?”
“Is that an option?” He joked. I glowered at him. “Okay, okay.” He held up his arm at my annoyed expression, “I wanted to apologize.”
“Really? Three in the morning for an apology? It couldn’t wait till morning?” This guy was driving me fucking insane. He sat forward, his head in his hands.
“Kait, can you just listen for a minute?” His voice rose, “I’m trying to apologize here, if you’d just listen.”
“For starters, keep your voice down, and secondly, I’m not in the mood for games. I don’t have the energy for you to be into me one minute, and not the next.” I retorted angrily.
He knelt down on the floor next to me, reaching for my hands. I didn’t resist.
“You have no idea how much I love being with you. I do want you. I’m just….scared.” He finally finished. I stared at him as he rocked back onto his knees.
“Scared?” I repeated, “Of what?” He didn’t reply. “Devon?” I pushed.
“I’m no good at relationships. I’ve told you that.” He stared at the floor, “When I was eighteen, my girlfriend was killed.” I gasped, reaching for his hand. I never for a moment thought there would be such a reason behind his issues with commitment.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered, genuinely feeling horrible for him, “What happened?”
“Melissa was my life. She meant the world to me. One day, I’d called her to pick me up from a party I’d been drinking at. It was late. Four in the morning.” Devon paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, “She was hit head on by a truck that had swerved into the wrong lane. The best part was the string of abusive messages I’d left her while I waited for her to pick me up.”
“Shit Devon, I don’t know what to say.”
“I don’t want you to say anything, Kait. I just wanted you to know. I do like you. I like you a lot. But there is a lot I haven’t dealt with, and because of that, I don’t always handle things the best way.”
We both sat there in the silence, neither sure what to say to the other. At the very least, this explained some of his behavior toward me.
“Okay.” I raised my eyes and met his. By now he was kneeling in front of me, a hand resting on each knee. I looked in his eyes and I saw something I’d never seen before. I saw pain, and fear. He edged my legs apart, pulling me close against him. One hand curled itself around my neck. I shivered at his touch.
“Cold?” He murmured, pulling the blanket around me. I shook my head. I bowed my head, meeting his soft lips in a kiss. “Oh Kait. Kait, Kait, Kait.” He mumbled. He pushed up my skirt, his embrace engulfing me.
“Not here, Devon.” I whispered. Pushing him away just enough for me to struggle to my feet, I laced my fingers in his, “Come with me.” He stood behind me, arms wrapped around my waist, kissing my neck, feeling my stomach as we walked as one down the hall. I stopped outside of my room. Turning, so we stood facing each other, I kissed him deeply.
Backing into the room, I smiled, lifting my top over my head. I raised an eyebrow at him
“Are you joining me?” I pouted playfully, unzipping the back of my skirt and letting it fall to the ground.
“How could I not?” He breathed out deeply, his eyes filled with lust. My eyes trailed down to the obvious effect my little show was having on him, which made me smile more.
“Do you like watching me take off my clothes?” I cocked my head innocently, running my fingers over my bra strap before slowly flinging it downward, exposing the top of my breast. “Does it turn you on?” Devon chuckled as he leaned against the shut door, his arms crossed.
“What do you think, Kait?”
“I think it does turn you on.” I put on my best sultry voice as I reached behind me and unclipped the bra. I dangled it over my little finger before letting that fall to the floor too, “Are you going to stand over there all night?” I pouted at him. Devon laughed, and shook his head.
Slowly and deliberately, he walked towards me.
I gasped as his hands touched the arch of my