Page 20 of Making Haven
Lawrence
What the hell ishappening right now?
Part of me thinks I should be slowing things down. I should push Devin away and talk this out. I should figure out where we stand with each other. This feels so fucking stupid.
Instead, I pull Devin tighter against me. He sucks in a sharp breath which I catch with my lips. He’s so fuckingalive. I can hear his heart beating in his chest, his breath coming out in sharp pants between our hurried kisses. He’s sowarmagainst me. I can hear the swoosh of his blood coursing through his veins. Devin is addicting and now that I’ve started kissing him, I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop.
We both kick off our shoes, making our way further into the house. We drop our bags, uncaring where they land. I shove my hands under his shirt in order to feel his skin. It’s scorching against my fingers.
“Cold,” Devin hisses against my lips but he doesn’t pull away. I feel his skin break out with goosebumps and my stomach flutters pleasantly.
Devin has been suspicious of me since the moment we met. Why is he suddenly on board with this? Why the fuck is he letting me in?
Why amIgetting swept away in this?
My back hits the wall and Devin is crowding against me. He tilts my head up to give himself a better angle, his tongue diving into my mouth. As much as I want to overthink this, Devin is making sure I can’t.
Warm fingers crawl up my sides under my shirt, making a shiver of delight go through me. Devin’s hips pin me to the wall and I moan, feeling his erection press against my hip. He’s so hard from me, from my kisses. God, my head is spinning.
“I can see you overthinking,” Devin murmurs, his mouth moving away from mine in order to lay wet, sloppy kisses against my jaw. “Don’t think. Justlive, Lawrence.”
My chest tightens painfully. I feel like I’ve just been punched in the gut. Lawrence is asking me to live. It’s the end of the world and I’ve done my best to keep myself safe, keep myself alive. I’ve taken care of the land, my animals, and myself. But being alive andlivingare two different things.
I’ve been so lonely these last couple years, an ache that I haven’t been able to heal. An ache for companionship, for someone to lean on, for anyone to be here with me. Could Devin be the answer to this longing? Would he consider staying and making a life here?
Fuck, maybe I’m reading too much into this. He was so set on leaving once his leg was better. Maybe it’s best I just enjoy this companionship he’s offering me while he’s here. This thing between us might not last forever but it’s here, now. I should enjoy this, enjoyhimwhile I can.
I shove Devin back but keep my hands buried in his shirt. Walking backwards, I pull him deeper into the house. His eyesdarken in a way that makes my belly flutter and I find myself grinning up at him.
As we walk, Devin begins tugging at our clothes. He pulls off my shirt before tossing his own. Then we stumble out of our pants, stopping to shuffle and hop on one leg, getting caught in our clothes and laughing. It feels so carefree, to laugh with someone. It makes something inside of me soften. The longing inside of me dies down, a distant ache that’s slowly dissipating.
“Come on,” I say with a grin, turning us until Devin is the one walking backwards. The moment his legs hit his bed, I shove him down. Devin looks up at me with hooded lids. He’s in nothing but his boxers, the sight of them tented with his erection makes my mouth water.
I want him. I want himdesperately, in an animalistic way I’ve done my best to bury since becoming a vampire. I can feel my fangs aching to pop down, wanting to bury themselves inside of his skin while I rut against him.
But I won’t. I can’t lose this little bridge of trust we’re forming.
I kneel on the bed at his feet, leaning forward to tug his boxers down. My mouth waters at the sight he makes. I want to get my mouth on him so fucking badly and the look in Devin’s eyes tells me he wants the same. I stop holding myself back.
My fingers slide up his thighs and Devin opens them for me, making room for me to kneel. Leaning down, I bury my nose against his pubic hair, breathing him in. God, he smells so fucking good.
Devin’s hands find my hair, burying themselves in the strands and using them to direct me exactly where he wants my mouth. I can’t help but smile, my stomach swooping with anticipation and something close to amusement as he groans in frustration.
“Don’t fucking sniff it,” he grumbles under his breathe. “Suck me. Please.”
It’s the soft ‘please’ that Devin tacks onto the end that does me in. I lick his cock from the base up to the tip, digging my tongue into the slit. Devin’s reaction is immediate, letting out a long groan, his fingers tightening in my hair. I’ve never had my hair pulled before. I’m finding that I like it.
“Fuckingyes.”
I open my lips, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before taking him in deeper. My mouth must feel good based on the breathy little noises that Devin is making above me.
One of the beauties of being a vampire is that I don’t need to breathe, which means I can take Devin’s cock into my throat and keep him there until he’s moaning unashamedly, his hips rising off the bed as he desperately tries to get some sort of friction going. He sounds so fucking sexy like this and it’s driving me wild with lust. I want him so badly. I want him more than just this one time but if this is the only time I can have him, I have to make it worth it.
Pulling off Devin’s cock with a wet pop, I crawl across his body in order to steal his lips in a heated kiss. I plunge my tongue into his mouth, chasing his, moaning when they touch. Devin’s hands slide over my body, feeling my chest then down to my hips and then finally my ass, squeezing my cheeks through my boxers.
I let out a noise of surprise as Devin flips us over so he’s the one hovering over me. For a split second, I swear I see a grin on Devin’s face before it melts away into his usual calm demeanor. Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything prettier than this man’s smile. I wish there was a way to properly break down his walls so I could see it again.
I wrap my legs around Devin’s hips, tugging him down so his body is pressed against mine. He feels so warm, so alive. I’m desperate for more. I’m desperate for anything he’s willing togive me. I think for the first time since becoming a vampire, I crave something more than blood.
