Page 87 of Speak of the Devil

“Oh no, the lamp!”Her ass bumped into it, tipping it over onto the couch.

We probably should have left some lights on before we went to sit by the lake. I couldn’t have predicted we’d go from slow to not-inside-her-soon-enough in point two seconds. But that’s where we’ve ended up.

“Replaceable.” Unlike the woman in my arms.

Our teeth clash when her mouth crashes back into mine, and I stumble through the house with her attached to the front of my body. I don’t even need to hold her because she’s clinging so tight. I do, though, because I love the feel of her around me and in my hands, the weight of her presence and how it consumes me.

“I want you, Shane, so badly.”Who am I to deny her needs?

I press her against the wall at the opening of the hallway and kiss her good and proper. Deep, so deep that I don’t want her to remember any other kiss existed before this one. Toeing off one shoe and then another, I push under her sweatshirt and thenunder the Faris Wheel T-shirt to find what I want—those great tits that I plan to worship with my mouth. And my cock, if we’re up for more fun later.

She moans, her head hitting the wall when I take one good handful of the softest skin, rubbing my thumb over the little bud that perks for me. Such a good girl. Shifting, I carry her down the hall, beyond ready to tease her with my tongue and taste her again.

She squeals, laughter following in the wake of me tossing her on the bed. I’m already tugging my clothes off. “Get naked for me.”

Propping up on her elbows, she holds one leg up. “The boots. I need help.”

I take her boot by the heel and toe and pull it off with ease, then take off the other, dumping it beside my feet.

The frenzy of discarding clothes becomes the main attraction until the real show begins. I like watching her maneuver around the bed. I just like looking at her, period.

Lifting her ass, she slides off her shorts and flings them in the air, baring her sweet pussy to me again.Damn, so good.Wriggling about with her arms and head tangled in the sweatshirt, I grin because that’s my girl right there—a beautiful mess.

Reaching down, I help her out by tugging it off, then lean down to kiss her. “How’d I get so lucky?”

She falls back, smiling like the sun is still shining outside. It is for me. “We haven’t even done it yet.”

“I’m not talking about sex.” I slide between her legs in a sweep of my hips against hers, anchoring myself above her. She feels like heaven, her warmth embracing my erection while hooking her leg around my ass and rubbing her socked foot to spur me on with a tap. “I’m talking about you.”

“You’re charming, but you do realize you’ve already gotten me naked?” She steals a kiss. “Except this shirt. Can you help me get it off? It’s tight.”

I know.Perfection. That’s what I liked about it—tight around her tits. I sit up, and say, “Lift.” She raises her arms above her head and thrusts her pelvis upward—the vixen. I pull the shirt off and toss it behind me.

I’ve been fortunate to witness her natural beauty several times before, but I’ll never take it for granted. Reaching down, I grab her tits and knead, giving each their due care. I savor the feel in my hands—soft, pliable, full—and it’s sexy as fuck to watch her get turned on for me.

Rocking against her, I know it would be so easy to slip through her lips and slide inside her sweetness, but I don’t. “Can you feel how much I want you? What you do to me?”

She grins and moves her hips, but the mischief in her eyes has me smirking. “Hmm, I’m not sure.”

“Little vixen”—I chuckle—“I’m going to savor you.”

Swallowing her moans with a kiss, I drag my fingers across her ribs and stomach, pulling back enough to watch as goose bumps trail across her skin.

Cat is stunning, but this feels more than the rampant sexual energy we typically share, like the desire that had us racing back to the house. I feel it in my chest, my throat, that I’d sacrifice my life for hers. I’ve never felt this before. Not with any other woman. I’ve never stuck around long enough to find out, another thing that makes Cat an exception to rules I thought I had firmly put in place. I broke all of them for her, wanting anything she’s willing to give while searching for ways to get more.

The extortion is working in my favor.

It’s not one-sided, though. I see how she looks at me and bites her lip when she wants to say something inappropriate or flirt. I’ve seen it enough to know how to identify the attractionwomen have for me, but with her, it’s different. Cat looks into my eyes like I’m special beyond the image, the fame, the reputation, the wealth. She asks for nothing but devotion and trust. I’m ready to give it to her.

“Where are you going to start?” She rubs my shoulders, then runs the tips of her fingers over my muscles. I hear a gulp and watch as she closes her eyes, embarrassed. I lean down and let her hide, though I hate that she’d feel anything but incredible when she’s with me.

“There are so many great options.” Kissing her collarbone and her neck, I slide my tongue higher and higher until I reach her ear, and whisper, “I’ve waited years to be with you.”Like this.In a relationship. Finding comfort in each other.Being myself.I knew back in high school that she was special. If to no one else, she was to me.

I brush her hair back, pushing enough away to admire her. Our connection runs deep. As it should for a married couple. God, I love that and will take advantage of the fact any chance I get if it means I get her—her smile, wit, her caring nature, and her intelligence. There are so many facets to this woman that I can’t name all the reasons I’ve fallen for her. It’s her as a whole person who has me captivated.

Her arms tighten around my neck, her eyes finding mine even in the dark. “Bad timing that we finally got right.” When she reaches between us, taking my dick in her hand, I shift to the side to give her better access. Sliding up and then down several times, she varies her pace, watching me and adjusting. “You’re big, babe. I’m nervous. It’s been . . . longer than I care to admit.”

Slipping my fingers into her hair, I’m not above encouraging her to put her mouth on me, but a driving desire keeps me focused on coming inside her, claiming her in ways that seemed impossible even a week ago. “Flattery works.” There’s a shyness to her smile that draws me in to kiss her. Fisting her hair gentlyin my fingers, I pull her close, making sure she’s looking at me when I say, “You don’t need to be nervous. It’s just you and me. I’ll do whatever feels best to you. Just tell me. Okay, babe?”

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