Page 62 of A Wanton Adventure
Her breath hitched. “Devons—”
He didn’t let her finish but claimed her mouth. Her need for him overwhelmed any rational thoughts she had. She shouldn’t want this. It was too complicated but none of that stopped her from wrapping her arms around his neck.
He groaned and his hands threaded through her hair as he pulled her more flush to him. Devons’s tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, desperately as if he could not get enough.Diana pressed herself against him, whimpering whenever his mouth left hers for even a moment. He fell back and she toppled on top of him.
Sebastian moved her legs, so she straddled him. Her most feminine spot throbbed as it pushed along the length of his hard shaft in perfect torment. Diana tore her mouth away from his, arching her head back as she rocked her body into him. He grabbed her hips as she rubbed against him. He was unyielding in his savage hold on her.
“Diana, kiss me,” he bit out.
She whimpered before leaning back down to touch her lips against his. He pressed her firmly against him, so they were chest to chest while he sucked and tasted her mouth. His tongue tormented her with delicious swipes.
Devons flipped her onto her back, scooting her further up the smooth rock surface. He ground his cock, still contained in his pants, against her. The shirt she wore rose, leaving her bare from the waist down. Her quim rubbed against the fabric of his trousers, enjoying how hard he was for her. She whimpered for more. Diana thought she may die from the sensation of his desire for her.
He pulled back and Diana reached for the fold of his pants, but he stopped her with his hand. She moaned, needing him now. He rolled to his side while sliding his hand up one of her inner thighs. Her legs fell open wantonly. Her need for him banished any thoughts of modesty. Devons murmured, “So beautiful.”
He fingered the nub of her feminine core, and she arched off the rock. His penetrative gaze stared at her intently. She was equally overwhelmed and excited by what she saw in his eyes. “I love watching you like this. Bare for me and so full of desire.”
He slid a finger into her and then teasingly pulled it out.
“Do you want to fuck my fingers?”
“Please,” she whimpered.
He leaned down and kissed Diana while taking turns between stroking and sliding his fingers into her quim. She bucked against his hand. He tore his mouth away to gaze at her. “That’s right, my sweet.”
He was destroying her. Her legs shook in anticipation. She was close. His fingers moved in and out of her. Her rocking became more frantic. A groan escaped Devons as if her pleasure enhanced his own. The ache within her found a precipice that took her breath away. And then it exploded, crashing through her body. She let out a strangled moan.
Devons slowly pulled his hand away from her form and her eyes flew to his face. It was filled with a hungry need that Diana wanted to sate. She wanted to be the person that drove him to completion. She reached for him but froze when she heard a commotion coming from the other side of the rocks.
“Mr. Devons,” Porcu called.
Both their eyes widened in alarm. They scrambled to their feet. Sebastian turned away from her, taking deep breaths. Finally, he said, “Yes?”
“Are you ready to leave?”
No!They needed to speak about what happened. Shocking her, he said, “Yes, please give us one moment.”
He grabbed a bag and pulled a shirt from it, pulling it over his head. “Do you need help dressing?”
She shook her head. He whispered, “We will discuss this later.”
Diana nodded. Confusion swirled within her.
“We’ll leave when you are dressed.”
She pushed her thoughts away as she watched Devons scramble over the rocks.
*
Devons stood onthe terrace, smoking a cigar outside the drawing room of Messina’s manor house. Laughter and chatter echoed from within. A picture of Diana’s face filled with ecstasy flashed in his mind. He would never forget the sight. The moment by the water crossed a line that he’d been trying his best to avoid. He was in danger of giving his heart to someone he could never have. She was a lady that was not obtainable for a man like him. She was practically betrothed to the lord who was always by her side in London.
But not yet, he thought. He closed his eyes. Now that he’d touched her, he wasn’t sure he could resist her. Could he have a dalliance with Diana and keep it uncomplicated? No, he’d been a damn fool to plan the swimming adventure. The best option he had was to be distant. If he didn’t, he risked giving his heart to someone he could never openly have. Never. He’d watch his mother live that type of life.
Earlier, on the ride back from the cove, he’d planned how he would apologize and explain why it should never happen again and why more space was the only choice for them. Unfortunately, once they returned, he’d been unable to because Lady Clark had been waiting on Diana. She wanted to show her ruins in the area. Diana had given him one last confused glance. He needed to speak with her.
He sensed her before she said anything and he closed his eyes, taking one more puff from his cigar.
“Devons.”
