Desire (Desire, Book 1) - By Missy Johnson Page 0,61

possibly see of me. “You dirty girl, I didn’t mean like that.” The red in my cheeks extended up to my forehead.

“I wasn’t thinking anything dirty.” I protested, trying to defend myself. He smiled at me knowingly.

“Sure. I believe you.” The smirk on his face said otherwise.

“Okay, so you want to see me, so see me.” I spread my arms, gesturing to myself, “I can’t do this, Devon. If you don’t want all of me, then you don’t get any of me.”

“You think I don’t want all of you?” He laughed, incredulous, “Hell, Kait, I’d love nothing more than to have all of you. All I’m asking is for you to wait.” I breathed in sharply. He wanted me to wait for him? How long? A month? A year?

“You’re asking me to wait for you?”

“I don’t know what I’m asking. All I know is that all I think about is you, and I am constantly making up reasons so I can see you.” I narrowed my eyes. I knew he was inventing reasons to see me. Nobody could be that thorough. “I’m sorry, Kaitlin. I go crazy thinking about you.” He spoke quietly. He stood up. I tried to read his expression.

Was it frustration I saw in his eyes? Sadness?

I pulled myself to my feet. I was so close to him, unbearably close. My mouth was only inches from his chin. I could feel his regrowth brush against my lip he was that close to me.

Closing my eyes, I breathed him in. The feelings I got from simply smelling this guy were crazy. I felt his arms curl around my back, his fingers tracing circles on my shirt.

“You drive me crazy. I can’t keep having you, and then not having you.” My voice was barely audible.

His hold on me tightened. His lips dipped down to meet mine. As much as I wanted to pull away, to break the hold he had on me, I couldn’t. I kissed him back, tasting him with my mouth, a sense of urgency in my movements. He responded quickly, his kisses leading a trail down my neck. With a flick of his hand, my top began to unravel.

“I like this top.” He muttered, that wonderfully sexy smile spreading across his lips. He reached behind me, unclasping my bra, removing both pieces of clothing without breaking our kiss. His hand made its way to my exposed breast.

“You’re so wonderful.” I sighed, once again, losing myself in the moment.

“You’re the wonderful one, Kait.” He mumbled, nibbling at my neck, “I had better go.” He kissed me on the forehead. As he moved away from me, I realized I didn’t want him to go. As much as I hated myself for it, I wanted him now, even if it was only for tonight.

“Don’t go.”

He brushed my hair from the path of my eyes, and pulled me into another soul collapsing kiss, “I don’t want you to wind up hating me. I think I should go.” This time, I nodded numbly.

There was a good chance if he stayed, by morning I’d be cursing his name. “I will see what I can work out, Kait.” I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I nodded anyway. I walked him to the door, still standing there, door wide open as he drove away.

I trudged off to my room, passing Ara’s slightly open door on the way.

“He didn’t stay?” She raised her eyebrows, surprised. I shook my head, and told her what had happened. “Probably a good thing, Kaitlin. At least until he works out what he wants.” I nodded, and managed a small smile.

“Night Ara.”

“Night.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“So, can anyone tell me what they think Abelson means by this phrase?” I tried to focus on anything but Professor Garland as I sat in the back of the auditorium. The problem was, if I thought about the class, I thought about Charlie and work. If I didn’t think about class, Devon crept into my mind. At the moment I wasn’t quite sure what was worse.

The class dragged on, I fought the urge to fall asleep. I hadn’t slept well in ages, and it was starting to show. Finally, it ended. I sighed and gathered up my things, dashing out the side door, pretending I didn’t notice Charlie’s gaze on me.

When I got home, I took the opportunity to catch up on the mound of washing that had built up over the week. I loaded basket after basket onto the sofa, and sat there