Page 50 of Love & Heart Braking

My chest tightened. “Right. I see. In that case, I’m really sorry. And in the future, I will let you know if I’m able to.”

He nodded curtly. “Thank you.”

I paused. “Would it make you feel better if I let you lock me up tonight?”

Devereaux blinked twice.

Way to sound super kinky, Cerys. “A sleepover at mine, I mean. I don’t think you’ll be able to sleep in the bed, but…” I flushed at his continued silence. “Never mind.”

“Yes,” he blurted.

“Don’t feel you have to.”

The berserker cocked a brow. “Cerys, you just took me by surprise. I want to.”

I smiled shyly. “Okay.”

Devereaux was going to stay overnight. Eee!

The pizza gal arrived, and I paid her, carrying the boxes to the love seat. I got two pizzas. Devereaux didn’t tend to eat a lot around me, but his mother must keep his freezer full of lasagna for a reason.

“I got a cheese one and a pepperoni one.” Taking a slice, I nibbled at the end.

“Can I feed you?” He sat on the love seat next to me, our thighs slightly separated.

I swallowed without chewing, and my eyes watered. I coughed. “Any reason?”

A slow smile spread on his lips. “A predator thing. It all helps with loosening, right?”

I thumped my chest. “Sure. We can try that.”

Devereaux took the slice from me, and I sat ramrod straight. Maybe the usual setup would be a man feeding a woman strawberries or something, but who were we kidding? Every woman would prefer to be hand-fed pizza. This was just a fantasy I’d never had the creativity to think up.

He lifted the slice, and I opened my mouth slightly.

“Wider,” he said gruffly.

I did just that, my heart thumping against my ribs. Biting down, I leaned back and chewed.

Devereaux sighed, frowning.

I swallowed. “What it is?”

“I’m hard.”

Laughter burst from my lips, and he joined in, the deep sound of his mirth warming me.

“This is what we can look forward to,” I said drily. “If it’s any consolation, everything you do turns me on.”

“Everything?” he asked in a low voice.

“I think so. Try me.”

Holding my gaze, Devereaux bent down and tied the laces of his boots.

His arm muscles tensed, and I checked out the curve of his ass. I fanned my face. “Did someone light a fire?”

“No,” he answered. “I’m just that sexy.”

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