Page 105 of Devil in Disguise
Why did people think that pissing you off would make you more receptive to the word of God?
Now, his phone started to vibrate, buzzing against the surface of the table like an angry insect. He picked it up.
Here are you it’s smoekng.
What? It was Dyma.
Slowing.
Oh. Wait. He climbed out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and hustled across the game room and upstairs, and opened the door.
She was standing there in her Peruvian sweater-coat and her ripped jeans, shivering some and looking mad. It wasn’t smoekng out there, and it wasn’t slowing. It wassnowing.
He said, “Oh. Hey. Come in. Sorry,” and held the door. “Was that all the coat you wore?”
She said, “Don’t. Just don’t.” And stepped inside. “For your information, I will have sex when Iwantto have sex, and when I don’t, I won’t. What I want is as important as what you want, because I am aperson.Also—you work hard? Harlan works hard? Well, how about mymomworking hard? When she got done working, she didn’t have somebody standing by the front door waiting to take care of her and make sure she didn’t have to do anything else! She had to go to the grocery store, and then come home and makedinner,and then do thelaundry!And worry about the bills, and take care ofme!So don’t give me that thing about working hard. You don’t work harder than a nurse. You don’t work harder than a landscaper. And if football’s so exhausting that you need that kind of help,hirethe help! You can afford it! Also, if you don’t want to do any of the work to take care of your kids, don’thavekids!”
“Dyma.” He squinted at her. “Are you drunk?” He’d never even seen her take a drink, but he’d swear …
“And another thing.” She took a breath. “Wait. I forgot the other thing. No, I’m not drunk. I might be a little buzzed, but I’m not drunk. I’m justmad.”
“Uh …” He was starting to smile. He couldn’t help it. “At me?”
“Yes. No. This is too confusing. I want …” She had her arms around his neck. “Come down here and kiss me.”
Did she taste like champagne? She sure did. Was her tongue in his mouth? It sure was. She had his head in her hands and was giving it to him good, and when she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, and his towel fell off? Well, yeah. That worked.
He kissed her all the way to the bedroom, or maybe she kissed him, because when he lowered her down onto the bed, she didn’t stay there. She rolled over, sat up, shoved him down onto his back, and took off her coat.
After that, she took off her boots and socks. By the time she was pulling her shirt over her head, showing him those pretty little breasts? He was unhooking her bra and pulling her down so he could take one of those into his mouth. She was holding herself up, sprawled over him, still in her jeans, and calling out.
“Wait,” she said. Breathlessly. “Wait. I need to …”
He already had her jeans unzipped, and when she rolled off him to pull them down her legs, he helped. He also got her thong off. He wasn’t waiting around today. He was pulling her back up onto the bed, onto her knees, when she said, “Wait.” Again.
He didn’t want to wait. He Did. Not. Want. To. Wait.
He waited.
She climbed on top of him again, naked and warm and ready to go, and, well … yeah. That wasn’t what you’d call “terrible.” Not when she was kissing his mouth, or when she was moving down to kiss his neck, and then to suck at it. Not when her hands were running over his shoulders, down his arms, and back up again. He had his own hands on her ass, which was his hands’ very favorite destination, and he was happy to hang on for this ride. And when she moved on down his body, he was more than happy. That was just … fine.
Oh.
Yeah.
He wasn’t doing a whole lot. He was, in fact, lying back with a hand in her hair and another one on her cheek, because if there was one thing you enjoyed feeling your woman do to you in every single way it was possible to feel it, it was this.
When she left, it was too soon. But when she put a hand on his chest and lowered herself down over him, impaling herself on him one delicious inch at a time, it wasn’t nearly soon enough. He had his eyes closed, and then he had them open, because he wanted to watch.
Oh, yeah. He left one hand on her ass and put the other one on a breast, and she moaned, threw her head back, and put some more of herself into it.
He held back. It killed him, but he did it. He let her lean down and rub herself against him. He let her take a break and give herself a little loving care, and he got both hands on her breasts and gave them some care of his own. And when she started to move on him again, gasping now with effort and need, he got his own hand down there and helped her out.
“I’m going to …” she said.
“Yeah. Yeah. You are.”
“Wait,” she said. “I need to … we need to … try something.” She was off him and turning around, and he thought,What?He wasn’t exactly able to think at the moment, but he could think enough to know that this was going to be one big old hell, no. No way he was having anal sex with her. He was getting his arguments ready right now. She thought it would feel good. He was pretty damn sure it wouldn’t. He wasn’t about to hurt her, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to hurt her when she wasdrunk.
