Chapter 38

Dalton

I could have sworn I heard her whisper, “Love you too, Kip,” but I was too far gone to know what was real and might have been a dream. Instead, a smile spread on my face as my body melted toward hers, the darkness of the early morning hours taking me within its grasp.

I woke up on a groan the following morning, Devolin’s ass fidgeting against my hard cock.

“Stop,” I whispered.

“I would if you’d let me go, you oaf!” she snapped in a low tone. “I need the bathroom.”

My arms released her immediately as I mumbled, “Sorry, babe,” then rolled over to my back, watching her as she left the bed with her barely covered ass and that see-through tank, before covering my eyes with a forearm. I didn’t move from this position, even when I felt the mattress dip with Devolin’s return a few minutes later.

She burrowed into my side, playing an indiscernible pattern over my chest with her fingertips as I savored the calmness of the morning.

“Did you send Rex home?” she murmured against my pec.

“Yeah.”

“So…”

That suggestive tone of hers had me rolling her onto her back, pushing her hands up by the headboard, and fitting my torso between her thighs.

“I can’t believe I left this for an entire week after finding it,” I whispered against her jaw, giving her left hand a squeeze before releasing it, then trailing my right hand down her arm, to her side, where her shirt lifted to bare heated flesh.

“What would you have done had you stayed?” She nuzzled at my nose.

“I would have drowned myself in you,” I told her, pulling back to gauge her reaction. “I wouldn’t have let us come up for air. I would have fucked you on my desk. I would have taken you on yours. Up against the wall.” That netted me with a whimper. “Whenever. Wherever. If the mood struck me, I’d take you. And you’d give in to me.” I nipped at her lips. “Because you’d want it just as much.”

Her vehement nod was joined with a purred, “Yes.”

Her response had me smirking as I released her other hand, then proceeded to push her tank top up and over her head, leaving it in a tightened tangled mess at her wrists.

My palms skimmed the smooth skin of her chest, downward until I reached those tiny short shorts. Devolin’s eyes flared with an even more intense heat as she lifted her hips, granting me with an easier chore of removing them.

“Fuck,” I muttered. She’d gone commando. “I thought this skimpy little bedtime outfit was enough to make me sweat.” I lowered myself until my face hovered above her sex. “Knowing you were wearing nothing but this, while Rex was here and I wasn’t, makes me see red.”

“He didn’t see me—”

I reached up, pinching a pert nipple, making her squirm. “It also makes me hungry,” I growled against her pubic bone, inhaling her scent.

Her breath quickened. “Please.”

“You mean this?” I teased her opening with the back of my index finger.

She shook her head from side to side. “Your mouth,” she pleaded. “I want your—”

Lowering my mouth to her pussy, I gave her one long lick from bottom to top before diving right in.

Devolin’s entire body went taut, her back bowing, mouth open in a soundless scream. Her orgasm had me damn well near coming in my underwear.

I fused my mouth to hers, dizzy from watching what I did to her, and mindless with the need to be inside her.

Rolling us over, so her body lay over mine, I gave Devolin the opportunity to pull away. Instead, she managed to disentangle her wrists from her tank top, chucking it to the floor, then proceeded to use her hands along with her mouth to explore.

Her delicate tongue circled one of my nipples, sending an electric jolt of lust straight down to my groin. To stay grounded, and not take matters into my own hands, I busied them by sifting them into her hair. When she shimmied down my body, I fisted the sheets.

I lost purchase on my sanity when her mouth covered the middle of my shaft and blew warm air through my underwear before pulling them down to my thighs.

Knifing up to a sitting position, I grabbed onto Devolin’s hips and pulled her against my front. Settling onto my lap, I could feel her slickness coating my cock which was nestled against her folds.

Her breath fanned against my face in short pants. Our eyes connected, hers filled with urgency.

“Lift up, sweetheart,” I whispered.

Her thighs flexed as she did, and I guided myself to her entrance as she held on to my shoulders. Without prompting, she let herself slide down onto my length, sheathing me from root to tip on a keening moan. Her chest pressed against mine. Her neck on display. I couldn’t help myself. I bit down on the tendon gently, adding a little suction. Her muscles twitched around my length. Once she started to move, I knew I was absolutely lost.

I held on for the ride.

Bodies slicked with sweat, chests sliding against one another, eyes fused. We were as close as two people could get, and I still didn’t feel like it was enough.

Until her pussy began pulsating around me, clutching, sucking at my length, greedy as it pulled me further into her depths. The way Devolin let go with abandon at that peak moment of her climax had mine railroading me.

Flipping us, so she was under me, I slammed myself into her twice before I roared my own release, realizing—albeit a little too late—that I’d fucked up.