Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(87)

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I wake to the feel of something tickling over the small of my back and stretch lazily, swatting at it with a grunt. Settling back into my pillow, I snuggle down with a sigh and float dreamily, not quite awake.

The tickle returns, spreading down over my ass all the way to the crease where it meets my thigh, and I bat at it until I meet something hot and—

“OhmyGod.”

I shoot straight up and bat my hair from my eyes, feeling ridiculous when a pair of gray eyes smiles up at me and it all comes rushing back.

Me. Devon. Body parts.

“Good morning, imp,” he drawls, stretching lazily.

My eyes follow the ripple and stretch of his abs all the way down, till my eyes hit ground zero and I realize he’s lost the sheet. Cheeks heating furiously, I look away and squeak again, scrambling beneath the covers when I see that his little move didn’t just bare his parts but mine too.

I really should have thought things out, because I need a wax and maybe a full body exfoliation to make things pretty. Buuut apparently he doesn’t agree, because a second later I’m sheet-less and pinned beneath a grinning Devon, his erection—oh, brother, can I call that monster an erection? It’s waaay big—cradled in my cleft, and he’s dropping kisses all over my jawline and neck.

“What the hell is that?” I manage to squeak when he twists his hips and pushes against a certain spot that wasn’t alive till now.

“I believe we men call it morning wood. Care to explore the forest?”

I giggle, can’t help myself, and stretch into the contact. It’s not exactly comfortable for me to wake up, the morning after, and be face to face with a guy I totally dig, but short of throwing a girl fit and throwing him out—that would be doubly awkward—I can’t do anything but give in and enjoy this. I want to.

A lot.

“Morning breath,” I mutter when he leans up and presses his lips to the corner of my mouth.

That makes him laugh, and then he’s making a big production of kissing me and breathing in my face.

“Gross. Stop it.”

But I’m laughing and kissing him back as we roll around on the bed and get tangled up together.

An hour later, yes, a freaking hour of making out and playing lumberjack to his ‘morning wood’, I roll out from beneath him and tiptoe into the shower, needing a few minutes alone.

My thoughts are scattered, but I’m as giddy as I am totally terrified. Best sex ever. And yeah, I know I can’t really say that, since it’s my first sex ever, but I can confidently say that that was and will forevermore be the yardstick.

Devon knows what to do with a woman’s body, and he does it with such ease and confidence that I’m a little peeved. Apparently he’s had lots of practice. Lots.

Goddamned man whore.

But I’m grinning when I walk out of the bathroom. That is, until I see the empty bed and come to a dead halt, knowing the room is empty before I even look.

“Asshole.”

I’m dressed and ready for the wedding horrors ten minutes later, and meet Lila in the dining room.

“Sooo?”

I’m really not in the freaking mood for post-coital breakdowns right now, but I follow her to a table in the back corner and plop down with a huff that has her laughing and shaking a finger at me.

“Nu-uh, girlfriend. You had the maiden voyage, and I wanna know everything. Start at the beginning and tell me everything. Don’t leave out any details. Please.” She giggles. “Grey won’t do me till the honeymoon, so I’m living vicariously through you.”

Where to start.

“You know how you have a picture in your head for years and you build it up so much it’s ridiculous?” I ask, grinning when she nods and swallows, not quite quick enough to hide the wince my dark tone brings on.

“Please don’t tell me that hot English Adonis messed it up.”

“Nope. He freaking rocked my world and then rocked it right back again,” I say, grinning through a blush of renewed arousal. “And then he waited till I went to shower and pulled a runner,” I finish, stabbing at my eggs.

“Oh, no he di’nt.”

“Oh yeah,” I growl back, seeing the dummy walk in beside Grey, their heads bent together in conversation. “Please tell me they’re not headed this way.”

“Sorry.”

“Keep your mouth shut, or my brother will shit a brick,” I mumble a second before I feel him. Yeah, before I feel the asshole come up behind me before taking the seat to my left.

“Morning, ladies.”

“There’s the bastard,” I mutter under my breath, filling my mouth with so many eggs I think I got the whole chicken and her extended family.