Page 82 of Only the Devil
“Because we’re going to catch him. We’re going to find something he’s done and stop him from targeting another group of vets or retirees for his harebrained schemes. I’m going to figure out what Jocelyn uncovered. And you know what else?”
“What?”
Her hips rock over me. “I’m about to do very fun things with this horny, healthy man.”
“You want to try something new?” My fingers probe her backside, exploring to underscore the question.
I’m teasing. But with my hands on her fine ass, it’s a natural thought as I maneuver her over me. Fuck, she feels so damn good.
“If you want.”
Whoa.
The game just changed. “Really?”
She lifts up, eyes widening. “Do you want that?”
I tug on the hem of her shirt, and she understands, lifting it off, revealing those perky tits that I love. Then I pull her down to my chest, insisting on a long, slow, heated kiss.
She pushes up on me, breaking my hold, her lips inches from mine, and breathes out, “Is that what you want? Anal?”
“Hmm. Maybe one day. It can be fun.”
“You’ve done it?”
“Baby. Remember that bit when I said I’m a man whore? There’s not much I haven’t done.”
“But you like…” The insecurity on her gorgeous babydoll face slices like a knife. “With me? What we do?”
“I like us, Daisy. I like you. What we do is exactly what I want.” In a flash I roll her, so I’m over her, caging her in. “I love everything we do. The past…” I shake my head, searching for the words, “Water under the bridge. Long gone. When I’m with you? These evenings? Like this? The casual way we are with each other?” I dip my head and swirl my tongue around her nipple. “It’s the best. When I’m deep inside you?”
Her breath catches and her lips open slightly.
“The absolute best. You know why that is?” Her fingers tug on my hair, her nails scratch my skin, and those dark, deep brown eyes probe. My heart contracts with our connection. “Because I’m falling for you, Daisy.”
The words hang in the air between us. Her eyes search mine, and I can see her walls trying to go up; that instinct to protect herself warring with what she feels.
“Jake…” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“Hey.” I brush her hair back from her face. “I’m not asking you to say it back. I just needed you to know.”
Hearts are fragile things, and I sense she’s carried around scars for quite a while. I can be patient, let her open up as she learns to trust.
She’s quiet for a long moment, her fingers tracing patterns on my shoulder. Then she pulls me down, her mouth finding mine with a desperation that tells me everything I need to know, even if she can’t say the words yet. Her thighs lift, locking her legs around my waist.
With a groan, I break the kiss, wanting her, but needing to make sure she understands. “Be careful what you say about yourself, because this woman here, she’s the woman I love, and I’m going to be protective of the woman I love.”
Her eyes glisten, and that’s how I know she heard me.
Our clothes come off in waves, between kisses, bites, and moans.
Would I prefer that she say it back? Of course. But she shows me in her own way.
Her guard’s always up, wary of letting people close. Funny thing is…that wall of hers makes me want to protect her from anything and everyone, foes real and imaginary.
She takes me in her mouth, hair mussed, looking up at me, those dark eyes searing me. My breath hitches. My groin tightens, and I close my eyes, tilting my head back on the sofa cushion, reveling in the feel of her hot mouth combined with her tight grip on my base.
My fingers thread her silky strands, guiding her, bringing me oh so close. Too close. I tug on her hair, letting her know I’ve got plans and they don’t involve ending things right about now. The stubborn thing dives down until I hit the back of her throat, and fuck, if that doesn’t feel amazing.
