Page 55 of Devil in Disguise
“Yeah.” He had a keycard out, was tapping it against the door. “About the gym with the friends. You’d better get that cute little butt in here right now, because I need to do some bad touching.”
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Free Falling
His mouth wason hers before the door slammed shut, and the sound was still reverberating when he had her off her feet and up against the wall.
The room was dark, and Dyma had her arms around his neck, her legs around his back. He kissed her deeper and ground into her like a guy who was desperate, and her hands were yanking at his shirttails, then diving under his T-shirt.
His mouth at her neck, not caring if he was marking her, because, God help him, he needed to mark her. Her panting breaths and little whimpering sounds in his ears, her eager hands on his sides, his back.
He got a hand on her own T-shirt and started pulling it up, and she stopped touching him and pulled it off. Then he was hoisting her higher, dragging down the cup of one of those little bras she wore, and getting his mouth on her breast. Her hands on his head, holding him there as he fumbled at her waist, got the button undone on those stained jeans, then lowered the zipper. And cupped her with his hand.
She squirmed.
He was never going to make it.
Still dark, and they were sliding down the wall, going down onto the floor. She was on her knees, yanking at both of his shirts, and he was getting his boots and socks off, and instead of watching her do the same, watching her walk over to him on her knees and unfasten his belt.
No finesse at all. No long, leisurely exploration. He got both hands on her bra, which was one of those front-close ones. He pulled, it opened with a tearing sound, and he didn’t care. Shoving her down onto her back, then, getting her shoes and socks off, and finally taking down those ruined jeans and losing his own.
She raised her arms to him. No words. Nothing but her breath, and his. Hands and mouths, and his body moving down hers, finding the elastic band of another thong, and pulling it down her legs. Then lifting her legs and putting them over his shoulders, and getting that darkest thrill.
He should be doing this slow. He should be doing it romantic. Instead, he was devouring her in the darkness, his hands holding her thighs open, with nothing but the bare carpet under her, and only able to think of one thing. That he had to fuck her tonight.
He knew it was the wrong word. He knew it was the wrong way to feel. He couldn’t help it.
* * *
It was dark.The carpet was rough against her back. Her position had no dignity at all. She barely noticed. She grabbed Owen’s head in her hands, held on, and shook.
She needed this. But she needed more. He drove her up again, and when she was on the way back down once more, she gasped, “Owen. Stop.”
He lifted his head, and she ran her hand over his hair and said, “Come on. I want to try.”
He said, “We should …” His voice was unsteady.
She asked, “Did you bring lube?” And felt his body go tense, like he didn’t want to admit how much he wanted this.
“Yeah,” he finally said.
“Then come on. Let’s try. And I got the shot.”
“The … shot?” He still wasn’t moving, and she needed him to.
“Birth control. Depo-Provera. So no condom. Please.”
“We shouldn’t …”
She didn’t want to have a whole conversation. She wanted todothis. She said, “All I want right now is to feel you inside me. I want to know what it’s like. I want to be able to open up and take it. I want tofeelyou.”
He groaned. Actually groaned. And then he was on his knees, and she heard the zip of a duffel opening, then some fumbling around, and he was back over her again. One hand under her, pulling her hips up, the other one on her face, and he was kissing her. Hard and hot and nothing like the way he’d ever done it before tonight. He kissed her like he wanted toownher. She tasted herself on him, and the excitement rose in her. She got her hands around his head again, this time just because she wanted him closer. She wanted him deeper.
He dragged his mouth away from hers at last, kissed his way across her cheek, and said into her ear, “I’m going to touch you some now.”
One hand was still under her, and the other one was rubbing over her, testing, probing, until his finger was inside her. His finger wasbig.And then he sent another one in there, but that wasn’t all. He had his thumb on her, too, and he was using it.
She said, “Come on. Comeon.”Her body rocking, her hand fisting in his hair as he kissed her again. “Owen. Come on. Give it to me.”
