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)
My lids fluttered shut, lost in a sea of lust and euphoria.
Never slowing, he dipped his mouth to my ear. “You still with me, Lofton?”
“I never want to be anywhere else.”
A deep growl vibrated his chest, his hips speeding up. “Say it again.”
I opened my eyes. I couldn’t see his face, but his pace had become frantic as if he could fuck me hard enough to claim me.
He didn’t need to claim me. I was already his as if it had been predetermined before he ever stepped into my life. But I was really enjoying the way he tried.
“I never want to be anywhere else,” I repeated, raking my fingernails down his back.
His thrusts grew quicker, harder. Losing rhythm while building intensity.
My muscles tensed, gripping his cock and dragging us both under.
We came together, his body going rigid as mine shattered around him.
“Lofton,” he breathed, as he emptied himself inside me.
And I said nothing, for fear of what might accidentally slip out.
His heavy weight sagged on top of me. I could hardly breathe, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. Devon must not have agreed, because he shifted to the bed beside me. His softening cock brushed my thigh, leaving a glistening trail of his release.
“Shit, sorry,” he murmured, rising to his feet. I didn’t have time to object before I heard the bathroom faucet turn on.
He returned with a warm washcloth. And in pure Devon fashion, he didn’t ask as he set about taking care of me.
I smiled as I watched him perform such an intimate task with laser focus.
“I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you tonight.”
He stilled, his gaze meeting mine, and then with stone-cold seriousness he asked, “Then how come I did all the work?”
My mouth fell open in mock injury. “Hey, I did work too.”
He hit me with a teasing side eye. “I’m pretty sure that was all me.”
Sitting up, I slapped his shoulder. “You cut my work short.” I dropped my voice to mimic his. “Rule number one: you do not get to make me come unless I’m inside that beautiful pussy of yours.”
He smiled, wide, white, and life-altering. “I don’t sound like that.”
I batted my lashes. “I have an entire room filled with awards that says you do.”
He arched a brow, trying and failing to look skeptical. “Oh yeah, they give awards for bad impersonations now?”
I shot him a scowl that evaporated when he snaked a hand out and plucked my nipple.
“Lay down,” he ordered, still grinning. “I want to get my mouth on these before the regrets sink in.”
Swatting his hand away, I swung my leg over him, straddling his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.
His hands cupped my ass. “I’m gonna need a little more time than that before round two, babe.”
As much as I wanted to laugh, I held his gaze, imploring him to hear me. “I don’t have any regrets, Devon.”
He slanted his head, still fucking grinning. “You will.”
“I won’t,” I snapped. “I’m serious. Do you?”
“Absolutely not.” He leaned in for a kiss, that damn smile never faltering. “But I’m the steady, remember?”
I blinked at him, lost as if I’d missed something integral and he was just carrying on without me. Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I gave him a firm squeeze. “You’re my steady.”
“That’s what I said. Come on, I’m gonna jump in the shower and then we need to get you to bed. Everyone will be back for breakfast, and Salty was pissed when I showed up without you this morning. Can’t disappoint him two days in a row.”
He stood up, lifting me with ease before setting me on my feet.
With a kiss on the top of my head, he flashed me that unwavering smile one last time, and then sauntered to the bathroom.
I had no idea what had just happened, or honestly if anything other than the seriously spectacular sex had happened at all.
Smiling was good, right? Maybe he’d been teasing about the regret thing and I’d just read into it. He was my steady. We’d both said it, slightly different words, but the same meaning.
And more so, how the hell was I supposed to figure any of that out as I became enthralled with his incredible ass as he walked away.
His hand shot up in the air, his fingers firing off a loud snap. “Lofton, bed.”
As I jolted out of my trance, a slow, giddy schoolgirl smile curled my lips.
Yeah. Okay. Smiling was definitely good.
20
DEVON
Fuck me.
No—fuck me twice. Three times. Fuck me the exact number of times it would take for the universe to feel like we were even, so it would finally stop fucking me.
Fuck my entire fucking life.
Fuck every single decision that had led me to that moment, flat on my back like an idiot who thought he had even a shred of control left.