Page 191 of Love & Heart Braking

I rested a hand against his chest, biting my lip against a smile. “You, I have no confusion over. But that baseball uniform is making me a little frazzled. I’m heating up.” I fanned my chest for good measure. This top made my boobs look awesome.

“Overheating can get serious,” he rumbled.

I walked my fingers up his chest where I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip. “If I help you out of your uniform, could you help me out of these clothes too?” I rose on tiptoes to kiss him. “You might like what you see underneath.”

A growl rippled from him and his eyes flashed blue. “With pleasure.”

Something detonated between us.

We reached for each other, and without finesse or seduction to our movements. I ripped Devereaux’s shirt off with a savageness I would’ve associated with Soleil’s type. My breasts bounced free as my top was tossed away. Pants, gone.

Both of us panted as he stood naked, and I stood clad in a pink, lacy thong.

He groaned, closing his eyes. “I hope you’re not expecting this to take long.”

“You think I’ll take long? We have all night.”

Devereaux curled his hands over my hip, spinning me and sweeping his large, warm hands over the flat of my stomach. My ass was pressed against his thighs. “Sweetheart, we have our entire lives.”

My head thumped back against his chest as heat flushed my body. “I may need a break now and again.”

His deep chuckle vibrated through me. “Deal.”

I sucked in a breath. “I need you now, Devereaux.”

He was already sliding his fingers under the waistband of my underwear. He lightly brushed over my clit, and my knees began to shake. I couldn’t recall being someone who could orgasm super easily, but whether it was true love or just the sheer amount of sexual frustration I’d been in for three and a half years, I swore that I could already taste bliss on the horizon.

He inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you’re so ready. You smell incredible.”

Devereaux circled his fingers, and pleasure rippled through me—tiny shockwaves before the main event. I cried out.

His chest rumbled.

Then his heat disappeared from my back as he lifted me onto the kitchen bench and worked my underwear down. I leaned back as he spread my thighs wide and stared.

He cursed in a hoarse voice, his chest rising and falling fast. “What did I do to deserve this?” He dragged his gaze up. “I want to taste you.”

Please. “Go ahead, handsome.”

Devereaux blurred forward, pressing my thighs flat. There was no teasing, no holding back as he devoured me. His tongue pressed and swiped and circled. The pleasure was too much.

So damn much.

A sigh toppled from my lips as I felt the build. My hands began to slide from their brutal grip on his hair. My hips began to slow where they’d bucked against his face. My cries turned into a soft inhale that echoed in my mind.

His name tumbled from my parted lips. “Devereaux.”

He rose and picked me up, positioning himself at my entrance. His gaze held mine, and I could barely make my mouth work as I hovered on the very edge of what felt like my end. We’d already had the talk. He was sexually healthy, and so was I, and I’d started taking contraceptives in readiness of this moment.

“Mine,” I whispered to him. My pink magic surged down my arms in a wave, blanketing us both before sinking into our skin.

We shuddered at the warmth, and Devereaux’s face softened for a moment under the cloying lust saturating us both with desperate tension.

He looked into my pleading eyes as he lowered me onto his erection. I gripped his hips with my legs, hands clutching his shoulders. His neck muscles went taut as we slowly fit together, but he didn’t bury himself in me without warning.

Both of us exchanged an awed moment when he was buried all the way inside me.

He rested his forehead on mine. “Cerys.”

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