Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(140)

His chest rises sharply and falls with a sigh that sounds tired and defeated.

“I can’t. I made a massive mistake that night and I can’t continue without telling you how terribly sorry I am for it. I was angry and hurt and you kept pushing at me till I could hardly breathe. I knew it was a matter of time before my control slipped and I took you. A man can only sleep next to his woman for so long without doing what comes naturally and…I was too angry to admit to myself that I still wanted you.”

The words hover between us and I stay silent, letting the silence slip into an uncomfortable white noise that makes my ears pop.

“I knew the moment I walked in the door with that woman that I’d fucked up but by then it was too late to do anything. You came around the corner and I saw you in that dress and I just went mental.”

I snort again and twist my mouth sardonically.

“You were cool as a freaking cucumber the whole time that bimbo was crawling all over you, sucking at your jaw and neck.”

At my jealous tone his mouth twitches and I narrow my eyes dangerously.

“No imp. I was half crazed with the need to hurt you, to get you away from me and what I was feeling. I practically threw that woman off the minute the door closed and watched you leave from the window in our room. I got her a taxi right after and sent her home, cursing me to hell and back I might add.” He says derisively.

“I found your letter minutes later and-”

“Stop. No. Please tell me you didn’t.” I beg, feeling another wave of mortification hit me.

Of course I know that he must have found the thing, I’d just hoped he’d have gotten rid of it or left it unread. No such luck.

“I did. It almost killed me but I read it, every word and I realized I’d broken something I should have taken a lot more care of. I went to see you the next day.”

“And the next and the next. And then you stopped coming or calling.”

“Because I couldn’t watch you damn near break your neck sneaking out of the house every time I showed up.” He snorts, making me snicker to think of the acrobatics I’d performed.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to laugh it all off and tell him no hard feelings when I see his eyes wing down to my chest and-please no. Oh Lord, please no, I think, even as I feel the hot, moist slide covering my chest.

Just when I think I can’t get more embarrassed than having to admit to being a needy doofus who can’t take a hint my boobs have to go and explode all over the place.

And it’s not pretty since Immie hasn’t fed from me all day and I’d only pumped a little this morning before passing out.

“Oh God, excuse me.” I mutter in a choked whisper, jumping to my feet and bolting for the nursery and the breast pump I should have used to suck them dry.

I’m in the process of attaching the doodad to the doohickey tube thingy when I’m spun around and hoisted up and into Devon’s chest, his grey eyes a molten silver that’s swirling with lust.

“Allow me.”

My back is pressed to my mattress in the blink of an eye and I realize he’s made it to my bedroom and somehow stripped me without me even noticing.

And then I’m writhing and moaning as his lips attach over my nipple and he starts sucking in a strong motion that wings its way to my sex and starts a deep beat that echoes in my womb.

“Christ, I’ve been dying to do this since you nursed at the hospital.” He groans, going back to his suckling as I whimper and dig my nails into his scalp to pull him closer.

When he deems that breast done he switches to the other and sucks at me so hard I tense up and moan when a small climax rips through me, stringing me so tight I feel my thighs shake in protest.

My sex is pulsing and empty and so wet I feel the evidence of my need gloss over my inner thighs. I would be embarrassed but this is obviously just what Devon’s been waiting for because he rears up suddenly and starts attacking his clothes, chucking them off with a growl before falling back to me and taking my open mouth in a tangle of tongues, wet lips and clashing teeth.

“Tell me stop.” He grunts, pulling away to look down between my spread legs. “Tell me and I’ll-”

“No. Please.”

I’m beyond thought or care right now as I feel his crown slide through my cleft, bouncing off my clit, once, twice before notching at my entrance, sending tingles from my core to the tips of my toes.

I wiggle closer and try to suck him in, needing him to fill me and take away all the empty spaces he’s left behind.

I feel him tense and groan before he hooks his hands beneath my thighs and thrust home with a roar that mirrors my yell of relief.

The rhythm is hard and raw as he pushes in and pulls out, retreating and driving back with a force that rocks the bed and has our skin slapping and sliding.