Devil You Know(64)

Her eyes are dark, and begging for more. “Fuck, Jane. I need you to understand something before we do this again.”

“Is it that important that you have to tell me now?” she asks, and bites her lip to hide her smile.

I shake my head at her. “I need you to understand that once I give you all of me, I’m going to expect the same in return. No more hiding. No more lies.”

“I’ve never lied to you.” She frowns.

“Not directly, but you’ve avoided the truth. Jane, I want it all; the pretty stuff, and the ugly.”

She closes her eyes, and sighs in exasperation. “Sure, Malice. Can we do this before you kill the mood?”

I laugh, and move towards her. Our lips connect, and I push into the kiss to urge her to lie back. She relents, and her hands find my chest as she splays out beneath me. Her touch is soft, yet definite. There’s an assuredness to her actions; most of the time she holds back, but when she lets go it’s with complete confidence in her decisions.

I love that about her.

I brace myself over her, and stroke the hair from her eyes. She sighs, and rolls her face to my palm, dotting gentle kisses across to my wrist. The adoration in her response has my heart full of hope. Could this be the start of us? Will we make it work, no matter what? My fears still hang beneath the surface—fears that Jane might only want me for a temporary relief. Is she simply finding her feet again with someone she knows won’t hurt her?

I’d like to think I won’t hurt her, but my conscience tells me otherwise. A guy like me is destined to hurt a girl like her.

If she doesn’t tear me apart first.

My forehead drops to hers, and I kiss the tip of her nose. “Babe, I promise to tell you everything you want to know. It won’t come easy, and you’ll have to coax it out of me, but fuck knows, you deserve to have the truth.”

Her hands slip around the back of my neck, and I relish the feeling of her fingers through my hair. “Later.”

Our lips connect, and I close my eyes to the taste of her. It pains me, deep inside, knowing this could be the last she’ll ever let me have of her if things go sour after we talk.

I’m not ready to give her up yet.

I just need to figure out how to keep her while being honest.





MALICE KISSES his way down my body, worshipping every inch of me that he passes. I stare up at the ceiling, his words running through my head. He wants to give me all of him. Is that his way of confirming we are together? Is this the start of us as a couple? The thought both thrills me and fills me with panic. What if he’s wrong? What if having all of me is too much, too depressing, and he changes his mind?

My thoughts still as he places his face between my legs, and brings me to the brink of orgasm with a keen tongue. The things he does, the way he treats me, the care he takes, and the time he spends ensuring I’m happy makes me hopeful that he feels like I do.

Is he falling for me as fast as I’m falling for him?

I moan as his caress takes me over the edge, and my fingers grip in his hair. He nips and licks at me until I fall apart, screaming out his praises. He crawls over me, a grin on his face, and I wonder again how attached he is. He does this with passion, not with need.

He feels what I do.

I know he does.

“God, you look so amazing when you come,” he says, and leans down for a kiss.

I taste myself on him, and the reminder that he was doing that to me has me tingling all over. I want to see if he looks as amazing. His eyes widen as I place my hands on his chest, and push him to the side to lie on his back.

“Don’t move,” I order. “And don’t you dare stop watching.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” he says, grinning ear-to-ear.

Malice folds his arms behind his head, and I hesitate as the definition of his abs is revealed by the movement. Sure, I know the guy has an amazing body, but when he pulls a move like that?

Click. One for the memory bank.

He continues to grin as I take his cock in my hand, and glide my palm over the length of his shaft. “Babe, this is definitely going to be my favorite show from now on.”

I smile, and wet my lips. A slight drop of his jaw replaces his grin as he holds on in anticipation. I lower my head toward him, knowing he thinks I’ll take him in my mouth, and at the last moment veer off course to lay kisses on his tight balls. He hisses, and his eyelids drop. Using the lapse of concentration to my advantage, I wet my lips again, and place him in my mouth, sinking right down until he hits the back of my throat.

“God, woman,” he moans. His hands fist the bed sheets, and I smile around him.

I have never, and I mean never, enjoyed giving head until now.