Chapter Fifteen

Devon held his breath and didn't move. Taking it slow was the plan, wasn't it?

Aria was in his lap in her little boy shorts, and of course she could feel his cock straining against his jeans because, Jesus, he was rock hard.

She'd removed his shirt and her eyes were hooded as her fingers traveled over his heated skin.

“Aria?”

She paused.

“This can't happen.” He rose, grabbing his shirt while helping her off his lap. “I need to go.” He took large steps to distance himself from her while adjusting his bulge. Once in the doorway, he put his shirt back on, and then he felt her hands trail over his shoulders.

“Can I ask why?” Her voice was strong, yet vulnerable at the same time.

“Why, what?”

“Why you're running? You want me, like I want you.”

Devon dropped his chin to his chest, keeping his back to her. “You're not a groupie, Aria. You deserve so much more than a quick fuck on a mat in your dance studio, and that's all I can handle right about now.”

Her hands began to knead the meat of his shoulders, and his traitorous body relaxed under her touch.

“How do you know that's not what I want?” Her tone was dangerously low and sexy.

He drew in a deep shaky breath. “It's not what I want.”

Aria's hands withdrew.

He turned to witness the hurt in her expression. Reaching out, he cupped her cheek. “I do want you, Aria. Just not this way, I wanted to take it slow with you. Do things right.”

“Have I pushed you away, or said no?”

“No.” He dropped his hand from her face.

“Know this, I want you Devon, right here and right now.” She pressed her body against his, and moaned. “I'm not a groupie, and trust me, I don't give a fuck if you're the Devon Mann of Sinful Souls. I'm attracted to you, and I want to get to know you better, and see where things go. There's something here between us. You know that as well as I do.” She quieted for a moment. “Please?” The heat in her eyes was still there.

His resolve faltered. “You’re sure me being Devon Mann has nothing to do with it?”

Her face morphed into a toothy smile. “Well, now that I'm aware you sing one of the songs on my playlist, that might have just a little bit of influence.” She held her thumb and forefinger a smidge apart.

Devon chuckled.

Aria pushed him against the wall, and went up on her toes to kiss him. Hard.

He wasn't going to argue with her any longer; she spoke her mind, was clear about what she wanted, didn't appear to be emotionally crazy, and he couldn't deny he wanted the same things she did. There was a connection.

He slowed the kiss and began running his hands over her firmness, learning the shape and curves of her body. Her hands joined in as she now explored him. Slowly, and piece by piece, clothing was removed until they stood there pressed against each other, completely bare.

Devon put his T-shirt on the mat and laid her down on top of it. Lying next to her, he was fascinated with her smaller-than-average chest heaving as her dusty pink areolas rose and lowered with each breath she took.

“They're not much.” Aria glanced down at her breasts.

He lowered his head and took her nipple between his lips, pulling away with a pop. “They're the perfect mouthful.” He sucked most of her breast into his mouth as he flicked her nipple.

She moaned and laced her fingers through his hair, holding him to her chest.

While paying both her nipples a fair amount of attention, Devon moved his hand down between her legs, passing over the neatly trimmed patch of red hair. They both moaned as he slipped his finger through her wet silky folds and found her swollen clit.

The sound she made almost had him coming; it was so incredibly sexy.

Aria wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, and she stroked in tune with his movements.

God, had that ever felt so good before? He slipped a finger inside her and pumped in and out, excruciatingly slow. He couldn't wait to be inside of her. “Shit.” He stopped mid-stroke, realizing he didn't have protection. He'd gone through his wallet earlier in the day, pulling things out looking for a business card, and for whatever reason, he didn't replace the condom.

“What's wrong?” Aria stopped stroking as well.

“I don't have any condoms with me.”

Her mouth lifted at one corner, looking all kinds of sexy. “I have some.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You do?”

“I do. Let me go get them.” He pulled away, and she rose to walk across the room by the phone dock, where she retrieved her purse.

She turned to him holding a small box and waved it in the air while heading his way.

“Stop.”

She froze like a statue at his command.

“Toss the box here, and while you're over there, play my song again.”

She smiled, threw the condoms, and powered up her phone. The music started, and she turned around.

“Dance for me.” Would she have reservations?

She didn't hesitate. After a dark heated look, she pulled her hair from its holder, shaking it out of its ponytail, and went right into a dance sequence. She twisted, turned, bent, and jumped with her hair flowing wildly, and her bare body exposed in different positions for his eyes only.

He had to palm his cock to take the edge off. “Come here. That was fucking hot.”

Aria knelt on the mat with him, and knocked his hand out of the way so she could stroke him.

“You do this for all your dates?”

“This is a date?” She smiled affectionately.

He nodded. “It would make me feel better if we called it that.”

“Okay, then you'll need to take me out after this.”

“Deal.” He lifted his hand and they shook on it.

“And no, I don't.”

“Don't what?”

“Do this with all my dates.” She waved her hand in the air. “I've never done anything like this here.”

“Ever dance naked before?”

“Yes, I have.”

Devon frowned.

Aria laughed. “Only by myself at home. There's something freeing about it. If it makes you happy, I've never danced naked for anyone else before.”

“Very.” He cupped her nape and pulled her in for a deep kiss. “Sweetheart, I need you. Please tell me you need me too. Right now. I need to hear it.”

Aria hissed against his mouth. “Yesss. I need you, too.”

He leaned back and lay down, crooking a finger at her.

She crawled on all fours seductively until she was straddling him.

Her sexual scent teased his senses, and Devon was certain he'd never been as turned on, or felt his cock as hard as it was at that moment. “Fucking hell. So fucking gorgeous.” He grabbed her wild mane of red hair and lured her to him. “I need to be inside you now.”

Aria nodded.

“Condom?”

She grabbed the box off the mat and handed it to him.

In the blink of an eye he was sheathed and ready to go.

Aria positioned herself over him, and lowered her wetness down his shaft as he held his cock still for her. Deeply seated, her eyes closed, she started to move. Low sensual groans filled the silence.

“So…good.” She murmured the words in a sexy voice, picking up her tempo, and throwing her head back. Her vibrant red hair went everywhere.

Devon reached up and ran his hand up and down her long, elegant neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “So, so good.”

Her hips swiveled and then Aria would slide back and forth, stimulating herself before rotating her hips again.

Devon wouldn't last long with her on top, but God help him, he couldn't stop her if he wanted to, and he didn't. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever experienced in his life; her beauty, scent, sounds, skin, athleticism, flexibility, and that gorgeous red hair. “Fuck.” His hands went to her hips and he dug his fingertips in deep.

Her eyes popped open and caught his stare, and then she smiled, and looked away. She focused on something straight ahead that caused her eyes to hood again.

Pulling himself out of his sexual fog, he followed her gaze, and oh, fucking hell. “You watching us, baby?”

Not taking her eyes off their reflection in the mirror she nodded, and then licked her lips with a twirl of her hips.

“Sweetheart, you're gonna kill me, I need you to go faster, or let me on top.”

Aria shook her head and grinned, teasing him with a few more twists, and then without warning, she began riding him up and down, fucking him in earnest.

“Yes, fuck, yes. Like that.” Devon gasped the words and planted his feet on the mat beneath him as his hips took over, and he bucked wildly under Aria.

Despite her breasts being on the smallish side, her perky nipples bounced up and down.

That was it. The telltale feeling of his orgasm hit so hard and fast it took his breath away. His body shook uncontrollably as a long, deep guttural sound ripped from his chest. Words escaped him, thoughts escaped him, he was nothing more than explosive heat and electricity. His orgasm felt so fucking good, he thought he'd pass out, and might've for a second.

Devon had finished before Aria, and for a moment he felt bad about it, but she continued to move and then groaned, letting out a sexy sound as she reached her release.