Page 98 of Beautiful Revenge
He strokes my back as my pulse settles. The action is sweet, affectionate, and a complete contradiction to the man who still has his finger casually in my ass.
It takes a few minutes, but I finally get my breath back to a healthy, rhythmic state.
Devon puts his lips to my ear as if he searches for privacy after what we just did. “Do you feel better?”
I don’t move other than shifting my face enough to press my lips to his neck. “How did you know I needed that?”
His fingertips trail up and down my spine. “You were wired—and not in a good way. I could tell from the moment you sat your fine ass on this sofa. I had to take care of that.”
“And take this?” I wiggle where I’m still impaled.
I feel his smile against my temple and gasp when he presses his finger inside me once more before pulling it out completely where he rests his hand under my dress on my cheek. “You said you liked it.”
I lift my head far enough to look into his eyes. “I dare youto find anything that I don’t like about you. But if I remember correctly, you said you loved it.” I return my face to his neck. “Just an FYI, Devon, I’m not nearly as brave post orgasm as I am in the moment. We don’t need to talk about it.”
He scoots down into the sofa and leans his head back to the wall. I snuggle into his lap. “Then you need to get used to it. I’ll talk about what I want to do to you all day long, every day of the week. Don’t test me. I will win.”
I press into his cock that’s still rock hard and trapped in his trousers like it’s doing the hard thirty for some international crime. “I feel bad. We really need to carry condoms with us. What about you?”
He drags a hand through my hair and coils the end before giving it a gentle tug. “You’ll get me back. I’ll make sure of it.”
I yawn and close my eyes. “Maybe I’ll make you beg.”
A chuckle rumbles from his chest. “With you in my life, I’ll happily beg for anything.”
“Right,” I say sarcastically. “I’m sure you’ll beg right after you tell me I’m a good girl.”
His fingers come to my chin, and he forces me to look up at him. His blue eyes are intense. “Make no mistake, Harlow. Those are not empty words. If I said it, it’s true.”
I stare up at him, humbled, as he holds my practically naked body to his chest.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
His words are not a whispered response. They’re firm and resolute. “You’re welcome.”
Emotion fills me. “Why do I feel like this is exactly what I need? What I’veneededmy entire life?”
He leans down and presses his lips to mine, never letting go of my chin. “Because it probably is.”
I nod.
When he releases my face, I press my cheek to his chest again and lose myself in his heartbeat.
Strong.
Unwavering.
Steadfast.
Yes.
This is exactly what I need.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
A REAL DOUBLE WHAMMY
Harlow
