Page 55 of The Devils They Are

He pulls his hand back slightly but doesn't let go. My skin tingles when his finger caresses over my palm, our eyes locked. Neither of us move and before I realize I'm doing it, my palm curls inwards, our hands holding one another.

I need to let go; to remind him I've got places to be and to start the truck. But it's as if I'm having an out of body experience, frozen in place.

Rylan squeezes my hand, warmth spreading through me as he runs his thumb over the tops of my knuckles. "You know I still hate you, right?" he asks softly.

The wordsshouldjolt me back to reality, but his tone overwhelms my senses, and all I can do is nod once in response.

"I hate you too," I murmur, matching his timbre.

"Good," he breathes out in relief.

Before I can question the sudden change of topic, he slides forward across the seats, cupping the back of my neck and yanking me forward. I barely have time to register the movement before he presses his lips to mine. And instantly, my mind shatters into a thousand tiny pieces.

Sparks fly through my body as our lips touch, and I can no longer find a sensible reason to run. I'm sure it's there, lurking with my rationality and sanity, but the way our lips feel together, it's indescribable. I've kissed my fair share of men, but it's never felt likethis.

It's saccharine and deadly. I can taste a hint of beer on his tongue while traces of wood and citrus linger around, overpowering me. And worst of all, probably the most dangerous part, is I feelwanted.

There's something about your enemy crumbling, abandoning his feelings and beliefs, that shatters my world and everything I know.

Rylan's tongue moves against mine, my body pressing snugly against his. His arm snakes around my body and he pulls me off the seat, hoisting me into his lap. My knees crush the soft seat underneath us as I straddle him. A moan frees itself from my body when his lips move to my jawline, finding a new home on my neck. He sucks and kisses my skin as his hand disappears under my shirt, stroking the small of my back.

I cup his head, holding it firmly enough in my grasp but not enough that he can't change direction. And he does just that, hot kisses moving to my clavicle as he pulls my jersey to the side to expose my skin.

"Rylan," I moan his name, eyes fluttering closed as his tongue traces my collarbone.

"Fuck," he whispers against my shoulder. "Say it again.Say my fucking name."

My pussy clenches at his demand, his name slipping from my lips again without protest. He growls under his breath, hastily removing his hand from my back to slide it over our thighs.

Pushing his fingers against the front of my ruffled beach shorts, I gasp as an electric charge shoots up my body. Rylan massages my clit through the black flowy material while my head falls back.

Purple locks of hair cascade down my back and he scrunches them in his fist, yanking my head back once in warning before jerking me back upright. "Look at me, Bex. I need to see your eyes."

As soon as our gazes meet, he slips his hand under and up the loose leg of the shorts and shoves my hipsters to the side. I get all of a second to prepare before his thumb directly connects with my clit. His eyes flare at the same time as I let out a soft moan.

"Don't you dare look away from me," he breathes, sliding his fingers lower until they are pressing against my entrance. "I want to remember the expression on your face when I feel you for the first time."

First time…

The way it sounds, it's as if he intends to do this again. He could have just left it atfeel you, but he didn't.

The thoughts are cut short when he slips his finger into my warmth. There's barely any light in the parking lot, but I swear his baby blue eyes suddenly look darker again. The cool metal of his rings do nothing to alleviate the hypersensitivity I'm feeling as he pumps his finger in and out slowly.

"Was it exactly as you had hoped?" I ask breathlessly, keeping my eyes on him.

Rylan smiles coquettishly. "Everything and more. But there's still a few more I need to see before I'll be satisfied."

"Oh, yeah?"

"I need to eternally memorize your face whenI'minside you and when you clench my cock as you come."

He lets out a groan when I give him a part-preview, my body tensing around his finger at his words.

"If we're doing it in that order," I murmur, sliding my hand next to his as I firmly massage his erection through his shorts. "Then you better hurry up and fuck me."

Rylan rips his finger out of me as his other hand moves up my pantleg to grasp the material between my thighs. The sound of fabric tearing renders me momentarily speechless as he turns my shorts into a skirt. The two of us suddenly turn simultaneously feral, a flurry of hands between our bodies working together to free the other from the confines of fabric prison. In the back of my mind, I vaguely recognize the sound of my cell slipping out of my pocket and onto the floor, but I don't care.

I tug down his zipper and pull his cock out of his shorts, only briefly acknowledging that he's bare under his shorts—just likehim. I run my fingers over the smooth skin at the base before gripping his length firmly in my hand.

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