Page 60 of The One for Me
Devney rolls her eyes and then covers them with her arm. “Oh for the love of all that’s holy.”
“You said it, sweetheart.”
She lifts her hands and touches my face. I lean in, kissing her softly, coaxing her to settle back into what we’re doing here.
Her fingers slide down my body as her tongue tangles with mine. My abs tighten as her nails move against the skin and she pulls my boxer briefs down. “I want to see you, Sean.”
I lift up, pulling them off and tossing them. My dick stands tall and proud for her. The slight worry in her eyes has my male ego puffing.
She reaches toward me, fingers gripping me for just a moment before she pumps up and down. I close my eyes. There has never been anything like the feel of her touching me this way.
“Devney.” I say her name like a prayer.
“I want you.” Her voice is husky and laced with desire.
“I want you. I need you.”
“Then take me.”
I slowly move down so I can kiss her. This time, it’s soft and sweet. We kiss as though we have all the time in the world, and we do. I want her to know that this isn’t just some fuck for me. She means something—thismeans something.
“Shit. I need a condom,” I say and lean toward my nightstand, praying the box is there and one of my idiot brothers didn’t take them. I find one and hold it up. “We’re going to need more.”
She smiles. “Yes, yes we will.”
I roll it on and then line up. Our eyes stay connected as I guide myself into her. She watches me with trust as I sink deeper.
Never has it felt this good.
In all the years, I have never been so connected to anyone like this.
Her legs wrap around me and her hands hold on to my biceps as I push deeper, not stopping until I’m all the way in.
“It feels so good.”
I nod. “You have no idea.”
She moves her fingertip across my cheek. “Make love to me, Sean. Make me yours.”
“You’ve always been mine, sweetheart, and you always will be.”
And then I move, and my ability to speak is gone.
Chapter Eighteen
Devney
The sound of his heartbeat in my ear is the same, and yet, it’s different. It’s as though there’s a new rhythm and everything I’ve known is no longer true.
Sean Arrowood and I are together. Like, together-together. We’re a couple, I guess. We haven’t exactly talked about it or mentioned anything since we made love. God, even thinking the words “made love” in relation to Sean feels unnatural. When we were doing it, though, it was right and perfect.
“What are you thinking?” he asks as his hand traces my spine.
“That this is surreal.”
“Do you regret it?”
I don’t hear fear in his voice, but I sense the tightness in his body. I lift my head, resting my chin on my hand. “Not at all. You?”
