Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
His breathing stalled.
For a second, I thought he was going to argue.
But when the words didn’t come, I took matters into my own hands. While keeping my eyes locked on his, I started to slowly sink down to my knees, taking great pleasure in the uptick in his breathing. I hooked my finger in the waistband of his sweats.
His hands were suddenly on me, hauling me back up. My breath caught as my chest collided with his.
“I haven’t even kissed you yet,” he muttered roughly.
I almost corrected him, reminding him of our moment in the loft. No matter how chaste. It was still very much a kiss. But as his mouth came down over mine, greedy and demanding, I realized he’d been right.
Devon had not kissed me yet.
And as his tongue slid into my mouth with a skilled precision that drew a moan from my throat, I wasn’t sure any man before him had ever truly kissed me either.
It wasn’t hesitant or careful.
It was pure possession, masquerading as passion.
His lips moved over mine, stealing the air from my lungs. Dizzy, I curled my fingers into the front of his shirt for balance. Heat flooded my nervous system, my entire body igniting into a wildfire.
Almost as quickly, a wave of chills extinguished it. His hand glided up my neck and into my hair, angling my head as he deepened the kiss with devastating efficiency.
It wasn’t enough.
Not even close.
He gradually slowed, the long strokes of his tongue giving way to softer, lingering slides before easing into gentle pecks.
“Babe,” he murmured, his voice rough as I sagged against him. “I have never, in my entire life, wanted a woman more. But if, and when, this shit goes sideways, I need you to promise me you’ll be real with yourself about why you want me tonight.”
Still dazed, I nodded, not entirely sure what I was agreeing to. I knew exactly why I wanted Devon, but I would have sold my soul to the devil if it meant he’d stop talking and start touching me again.
“I promise.”
A slow grin spread across his face—confident and utterly devastating. “Then take it away, babe. You want me, you got me. Any way you want.”
A spark shot straight to my core. I stole another kiss. It wasn’t as consuming as his, but I had other destinations in mind.
My hands moved with purpose, tugging at his sweats until his length sprung free. Heat pooled in my stomach, my breath catching as I took in his hard, thick cock.
“Good God,” I whispered.
He chuffed a quiet laugh before nipping my bottom lip. “Get me naked, babe. It only gets better.”
Bold. Cocky.
So fucking hot.
Two could play that game.
My sheer panties were only underwear by definition. They hid absolutely nothing, and I may have chosen them specifically for that reason. Though sight and touch were two very different senses.
I caught his wrist and guided his hand between my thighs. “You’ve got some work to do yourself, sir.”
His inhale was sharp, head tipping back slightly, pure masculine ecstasy playing in his eyes.
And just like that, I regained the upper hand.
He didn’t let me keep it long.
The second I pushed his pants the rest of the way down and peeled his shirt over his head, my brain short-circuited.
Devon Grant was unfairly gorgeous.
All hard lines and sharp edges. The fluorescent lighting in the barn had done him no justice when I’d caught him showering at the wash rack. But up close, with his fingers hooking into the delicate strings at my hips, Devon Grant was the most beautiful man in existence.
He dropped to a knee, sliding my panties down my legs. I wanted to keep the shoes on. A naked woman in only a pair of heels was every man’s wet dream, right?
I should have known Devon would be different.
“Step out,” he ordered, holding the back of my shoe.
Using his shoulder for balance, I obeyed, following suit on the other foot.
Peering up at me, he flashed me a grin. “You ever decide to ambush me again, you wear those overalls, yeah?”
I would absolutely never be caught dead in those overalls in any situation where I wanted a man to be hypnotized by desire. However, the sentiment still landed deep in my chest.
Completely bare, I bent, framed his face, and touched my lips to his. “Stand up. I have colors I want to show you.”
His eyes flashed dark, and he did not delay in rising to his full height.
Sinking down in front of him, I allowed my fingers to trace the veins of his length before dipping low and lapping up the bead of precum at the tip.
He brushed the hair away from my face, his gaze never leaving mine.
But he didn’t say a word.
Not a groan. Not a curse.
Just silence.
Which was seriously disappointing—as well as a blatant challenge.