He fucked me slow and deep, rolling his hips, exploring and feeling. I moaned with the pleasure of it, the bliss of him pushing into me over and over. He whispered sweet words to me as he moved above me, and I was nearly out of my head not being able to kiss him. It was torture. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I dug my nails into his ass and caught his gaze. “Fast. I need you fast and hard.”
His eyes flared and he pushed in hard. “Like that?”
I nodded against the pillow. “More.”
He gave me exactly what I needed, fucking me how I asked, how I desperately needed, and almost immediately the heat coiled inside me.
“Baby, I can’t—” Sweat beaded on his forehead.
“I’m almost there,” I answered on a gulp of air. “Don’tstoppleasedon’tstop.”
“Never.” He grunted and thrust harder, rhythm lost, until I tipped over, falling into the sweetness of the abyss and calling out his name as I went.
He pushed into me and held, grunting out a curse as his dick twitched inside me, his own orgasm ripping through him. “Oh my god.” He dropped his forehead onto mine, his voice hoarse.
I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tight, and he kissed my cheek, nose, other cheek, and finally my lips.
“Those goddamn wires,” he murmured.
“Worst things ever,” I answered. Then I patted his ass. “That sex though.”
He chuckled, still inside of me. “Good?”
I threaded my legs through his. “Excellent start.”
We spent the rest of the day in bed, getting up only to scrounge for food in the kitchen and tend to Daisy.
21
DEVON 4 MONTHS, 14 DAYS TO GO
“JUST…ONE…MORE…there!”
“Did you really fix it?” I swear, if this man had finally fixed the kitchen faucet, I was going to drop to my knees in front of him. Six weeks of near-constant dripping might actually be at an end.
“Turn it on and let’s see,” he said, making his way out from underneath the sink. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and streaks of who knew what lined his t-shirt, but he looked sexy as hell. He wiped his hands with a towel, his forearm muscles flexing with the effort. Ugh. What was it about competence with things around this house that turned me on so much?
“Devon?” he asked, his eyes dancing. “You in there?”
I quirked a smile at him. “Just thinking how I’m going to pay you for fixing my sink.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Keep thoughts of your mouth to yourself. Those wires aren’t getting anywhere near me.”
I pouted. “The list of things I plan to do to you when these are off just gets longer.”
He laughed. “I’m okay with that. Let’s do the honors together.” He positioned himself behind my back, and I felt the length of him, half hard against me. I pushed against him, my pulse spiking at his sharp intake of breath.
“Devon,” he warned.
“Ooh,” I teased. “What happens if I keep doing it?” I wiggled my butt against him and he growled.
“Just turn the faucet on, woman,” he said, his voice strained.
I turned it on, and the water came out. But that hadn’t been the problem. So I turned it off and held my breath, waiting for the inevitable drip drip drip that had been the stuff of my nightmares for months.
No water came out.
I squealed and clapped. “And now, I show you my appreciation. No wires, I promise.” Grabbing his hand, I led him to the other side of the island, then pushed him against it. “Don’t move.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He leaned back on his elbows, his eyes dark pools of mercury as they swept up my body.
I flushed under the heat of his gaze. I’d never get used to the way he looked at me, as though I were his most precious possession. I’d seen hints of it all those years ago, and ignored it. Of course I did. But now? He was slowly eroding my ability to fight it. To fight him.
I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall off my shoulders, leaving only a peach lace bralette.
His eyes widened. “Did you wear that for me?”
I nodded, and his lips tugged up in a smile. I slid his t-shirt off, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against him. This, too, I wouldn’t tire of. I was safe here. Known.
He tunneled his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck, gripping and tugging it exactly how I liked him to. He tilted my neck and bit it, sending goosebumps of pleasure down my spine. Then he brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “It’s my favorite color on you.”
I undid his jeans and pushed them down. He toed off his shoes and stepped out of everything, leaving him only in boxer briefs. I cupped him and felt the heat of his cock through the fabric.
Aaron cradled my head and stared into my eyes. “Devon,” he said. “You are everything to me.”
I met his gaze, my heart racing with the intimacy of what I saw there, forcing myself not to look away.
