Desire (Desire, Book 1) - By Missy Johnson Page 0,62

watching Days Of Our Lives as I folded. The doorbell sounded and I groaned. The last thing I wanted was visitors, and the only possible person I could think it would be was Devon. I was right.

“Seriously? Are you stalking me?”

“Stalking implies I’m hiding in your bushes with a pair of binoculars. I assure you I am not doing that.” He glanced out at the front gardens, “Not that you don’t have lovely manicured bushes.” He said, a smirk on his face.

I blushed. Did he really just say that to me?

“This is actually more harassment than stalking.” He continued, crossing his arms as he leaned against the bricks, a playful look in his eyes.

“Right, so you’re harassing me, then.” I grumbled, wondering why the hell he was here.

“Well, harassment suggests unwanted attention. Do you like it when I pay you attention, Kait?” He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me. I rolled my eyes, refusing to let myself look at him.

“What do you want, Devon?” I muttered. His expression turned serious.

“Another chance?”

“Pardon?” I asked, not sure I’d heard him correctly.

“I want another chance. Another chance to show you how much you mean to me.” He began. I stared at him, shocked. “Another chance to show you that I love you.” He continued softly.

I continued to stare at him, not completely sure of what to say. How was I supposed to respond to that? Did I want to give him another chance? Yes, but I was terrified of him blowing that chance, leaving me more broken than I felt now.

“I don’t know, Devon.” I said quietly. “One minute you’re out, the next you say you love me.” I shook my head, not sure I could handle any more of this rollercoaster. “I need to think about this. I need to do what’s best for the kids.” I finally said, annoyed at myself for giving him hope. Or annoyed at myself for giving myself hope.

Devon nodded, his hand reaching out to stroke my hand. I closed my eyes, trying to keep my breathing steady, as his touch worked its magic on me. Within seconds, I was in his arms, his lips on mine, and I was lost in everything that was Devon.

“I need you, Kait.” He murmured, between kisses. His hands moved under my shirt to my bare skin. I gasped, his hands were so warm. I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck, losing myself in yet another kiss. “I need you.” He repeated softly.

“Okay.” I whispered, tears springing for the corners of my eyes. He pulled back, what I’d just said registering on his face.

“Okay?” He repeated, his brown eyes wide with anticipation. I giggled.

“Okay.” I nodded. I screamed as he swept me up in a hug that lifted my feet off the ground. “Put me down!” I screeched as he threw me over his shoulder. Laughing, I slapped his back, and kicked my legs. He slid me back down so my feet were on the floor, and I was right up against him.

“You’re no fun.” He mumbled, lifting my top over my head. I raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” I asked, cocking my head, as I unclipped my bra, “I’m not fun at all, hey?” He nibbled at my neck, his hands running up and down my back. I shivered, as my nipples hardened from his attention. He cupped a breast, lifting it slightly and taking my nipple between his teeth. I gasped as he bit down, not hard, but hard enough to for me to almost cry out. His mouth found its way to mine again, as I fiddled with the buttons on his shirt.

I drove my hands over his bare chest. He shrugged off his shirt, his lips not leaving mine as he unbuckled his pants. He sprang free. I giggled at his readiness.

“A lesser man would feel threatened at your laughter.” He mumbled, amused.

“I’m giggling because you’re so turned on already.” I said, laughing. He ran his hand up over my breasts.

“Are you kidding? All I have to do is think about you and I’m ready to go.” He ripped down my skirt, grinning at the sound of the fabric tearing.

“That was a hundred dollar skirt.” I protested, as he lifted me against the wall. “Oh!” I cried as he entered me. I wrapped my hands around his neck, gripping tightly, as he thrust his length deep inside me.

“I don’t care about your damn skirt.” He laughed softly as he pushed himself deeper inside of me, “Kait,