Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(110)

Her cheeks colour becomingly and she ducks her head again, toying with her food.

“Well yeah. I spoke to Dill-”

At the mention of the wankers name I drop the casual attitude and do what I’ve waited months to do. I sweep her up and into my arms and take her mouth, cutting off whatever she’s about to say.

I don’t need to know one bloody damned thing right now but for the knowledge that my woman is in need and it’s something that she’s finally going to let me take care of.

She would run to that tosser when she’s in need? By the time I’m done she’ll taste feel and breathe only me. Only ever me.





Chapter Twenty


Becky

The feel of his lips on mine erases every thought, every question that had been on the tip of my tongue. Instead of asking what he intended, what he felt, if there is a chance that we’ll ever be more than just ‘friends’ I’d blurted out my need and pathetic longing for any, just a small, connection with him.

These last two months have been the worst of my life as I tried and ultimately failed to keep myself separate from him and maintain the distance my head keeps screaming at me to keep.

My body and heart though are not playing nice with my brain and I’d decided today, after hearing Lila talk to Grey, cooing into the phone in a sickeningly mushy display that made my teeth rot instantly, that I want some of that.

I want intimacy and sharing and all the shit normal people, couples have. But seeing as me and Dev aren’t exactly hitting the jackpot in that department I at least want some of that fine muscled ass he’s been showing off lately thanks to the Georgia heat wave.

So what if he doesn’t love me? I can love him and not care too much if he feels the same. I snort at that and let the thoughts go, enjoying the feel of his mouth on mine and his arms around me as he pulls me up and lays me out on the table, his arms sending dishes crashing to the floor in his urgency.

“Wanted to see you for so long.’ He mutters, dragging at my pants with one hand while shoving my shirt up with the other.

The position doesn’t allow for much movement since I can’t really see much over my stomach but what I do see when he rises over me is an expression of intense lust and the gleam of something indefinable as he practically rips my clothes off and stands back to look at me, his lower lips caught between his teeth.

“So beautiful.” He whispers reverently, laying a shaking hand to my swollen belly. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to see you like this? Swollen and filled with my seed. Such a turn on.”

I doubt it but in this moment, the way he’s looking at me as if I’m some sort of centre fold, I feel so sexy I feel myself stretch languidly beneath his eyes.

“I want you Devon.” I whisper, lying back on the cold wood and opening myself to him.

I want him to ravish me the way he did all those months ago. I want the lust filled, crazy passion he’d been unable to keep back. Only this time I want to walk out of the bathroom with him still in bed, waiting for me to come back and cuddle.

A dream, but heck, I’m pregnant and hormonal so shut up and leave me alone.

“You have me imp.”

And then he’s kissing me again as he palms my sensitive breasts, his large hands taking care to squeeze lightly as his fingers pluck and strum, building my arousal to a fevers pitch before releasing my lips and making his way down my throat with nibbling licks that have me panting and writhing in need.

By the time he reaches my breasts and takes my straining nipples into his hot mouth for warm, gentle sucks I’m wet and moaning, begging him to touch me where I need him most.

“I’ve got you baby. Ssh, yes, feel this?” he croons, biting gently into my nipple even as one long thick finger pierces me below and tests my readiness. “So needy baby, open wider for me, yes, just so. Christ I can almost taste your need.” He mutters, making his way from my aching nipples to the nub that’s pulsing so hard it hurts deep inside.

I wail when his mouth touches me, my hands pulling at his hair to bring him closer when he opens fully and engulfs me in searing heat that has my toes curling and my back bowing off the wood.

He’s moaning too, mumbling incoherently against my flesh and I don’t care, can’t care when the feelings of remembered bliss start coalescing deep inside and fanning out in a wave of such pleasure I feel like I’m breaking apart as my orgasm hits.

It goes on for long minutes, the aftershocks fed and intensified by Devon’s still suckling mouth and licking tongue as he gentles me, bringing me down slowly.

He coos to me when I finally fall limp beneath him and strokes the fleshy skin of my thighs, petting me to calmness before looming over me and cradling my face between his palms.