Chapter 20

Devolin

Oh. My. God.

Dalton’s hands were on my ass! Over my underwear, but they were on my ass nonetheless, clutching the cheeks I always thought were too round and jiggly. Grinding our pelvises together, a delicious shiver ran through my body the moment he nipped where my neck met my shoulder.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

It was the only thing I could muster. Words were no longer part of my vocabulary. I was reduced to moans, groans, and other unintelligible nonsense, much like a caveman, and I didn’t give two shits about it. It felt too good to care. Dalton felt good. Amazing!

That’s when I decided to give him some of the same in return.

Grinding down on him, I rubbed my chest against his like a cat in heat. My hands wandered down his pecs, journeying their way to his waist, and I proceeded to hitch up his t-shirt.

“Off,” I grunted with my effort, the shirt having snagged behind his back.

The man’s laugh rumbled in his chest as I leaned back to give him enough room while he leaned forward. He reached behind his neck and ripped the shirt from his body, chucking it to land somewhere behind the couch.

Not for the first time, I wondered how his hard to my soft would feel against my skin. The urge was so strong that with no hesitation, I reached up to the top button of my blouse and released it from its eyelet, rushing to the next. Dalton’s larger hands put my smaller, much daintier ones to a halt.

My head snapped up and found Dalton’s smile—not to mention his fiery gaze—on me.

“Let me.” He leaned in and kissed my lips gently. His mouth then moved to kiss the expanse of skin that I’d just bared before meeting my eyes.

My nod was hurried, my breath choppy. “O-okay.”

With each subsequently released button, Dalton proceeded to kiss and lick the newly exposed flesh of my front, until he couldn’t bend further. That didn’t mean that his fingers stopped though. He pulled on the hem of my shirt, finished undoing the garment, then proceeded with pushing it off my shoulders, aiding me with the sleeves, all the while nibbling on my shoulders.

Pulling at my bra strap with his teeth, he released it to snap against my skin, the pinch a sweet kind of pain.

As soon as I was divested of my top, Dalton’s hands skimmed up the skin of my arms. Goosebumps broke out over my heated flesh. His nose nuzzled just below my ear, his breath coming out in warm gusts feathering down my chest. His palms stopped on either side of my neck, his eyes ensnaring me when he pulled back slightly.

“You’re exquisite, baby,” he whispered. The reverence in his voice caused me to melt further into him.

If I wasn’t careful, I could lose more than myself in this man. I could lose my heart. My soul.

I couldn’t let that happen. At least not yet. Not until he knew my deepest secret.

It hadn’t been my fault that I hadn’t shared that part of myself just yet. We’d gotten a little sidetracked with our earlier exploration.

And now… Well, now wasn’t the time for it either.

Talk about a mood killer.

The feel of Dalton’s mouth blowing a heated breath over my left nipple, through the white lace of my bra, had me snapping back to reality on a moan.

“Where’d you go just now?” he mumbled against my breast. The nip he gave me there caused me to yelp on a shudder.

“Please,” I begged.

He gave me a devilish grin. “You like that?”

“Uh-huh.” On a vehement nod, I proved my point further by gripping the back of his head and urging him closer.

But he resisted. “Baby…”

“It’s nothing, Kip. Just something I forgot to do, but I’ll take care of it later.”

His brows furrowed, his lips thinned with evident frustration. For a minute, I thought he’d read through my lie, but the man’s expression changed to one of challenge.

“I must really be doing this all wrong if you have time to think of other things.”

“No!” I shook my head from side to side. “Please don’t stop, Dalton.”

This caused him to smile. “Then stay with me,” he whispered, lowering his head down to my breast again, this time, flicking its rigid tip with his tongue before giving me one of his little nips again.

“Fuck!” My eyes closed and my head fell back onto my shoulders.

The man’s deep timber of a laugh vibrated from my nipple, straight to my core, causing a spasm. I gasped at the sensation and wriggled to grind harder against his jean-clad length.

“Christ you’re a firecracker,” he mumbled, switching breasts, his hand working the one he’d just left. Pulling the lace down to expose my chest with his free hand, he went straight to the bared tip and growled. “Fucking delicious.”

The moment his mouth sealed itself to that tip, I felt as if the top of my head blew off. Stars exploded in my vision.

I heard a long keening moan from somewhere in the distance along with Dalton’s, “Holy fuck!” Lost to all that was Dalton, I collapsed against his chest.

Was that me moaning like that? Shit! I thought the sound was something exaggerated from the few porn videos I’d seen during late night TV. I didn’t think that women truly made that noise in real life. Yet I had.

“Dev?” Dalton kissed my temple. “Baby?” His lips met my forehead. “Sweetheart?”

“What the fuck was that?” I mumbled against his neck before pulling back, feeling a little unsteady, not to mention, embarrassed by the inner hussy that had clearly taken over my body.

“Baby, I just made you come for me with my hands and mouth on your tits.” He looked like the cat that ate the cream.

I groaned and let my head drop down to Dalton’s chest at my analogy. Not because of its tackiness. More because the mere thought of the word cream made my sex clench and need flood me once more. Visions of Dalton, and his sinful mouth, exploring my other intimate parts, testing me, forcing more of those keening wails I’d just emitted assaulted me.

“Nope, coming with nipple stimulation alone is definitely not a myth.” I felt my face heat, thankful that I was able to hide my blush against Dalton’s now vibrating body.

“I’m about to debunk the shit out of everything you might think a myth, baby,” he said on a chuckle, then kissed the top of my head. “Just you wait and see.”

I thought I had quenched my inner hussy’s thirst earlier, but the bitch reared up again, the glutton for more of Dalton’s attentions that she was.

Giving her what she wanted, I snuck my hand between us and cupped his rather impressive bulge. “By all means, Kip, don’t leave me hanging.”