“Devlin.” I said his name louder this time, needing him to focus on me rather than punching the wall again.
His head jerked up and his eyes narrowed on me. I took a few steps toward him and he backed up until his back hit the wall. “Get away, Nat. I’m not safe to be around right now.”
I shook my head, not afraid of him in the least. Devlin had hurt me emotionally time and time again, but I knew in my soul that he would never hurt me physically. Underneath that bad-boy rocker there was a decent man who would never raise his hands to a woman. I took the last few steps to reach him and grabbed his bleeding hands.
Devlin pulled free and tried to step around me. I raised my hands and cupped his face. Instead of jerking away as I’d thought he might, he leaned into my touch. “Dev…” I sighed his name this time and pulled his head down so that I could kiss his lips.
The kiss wasn’t passionate to begin with. It was full of a silent apology for what I’d done to him. But then my lips skimmed over his closed mouth, my tongue slipping out to tease his apart. My knees went weak and I leaned against him so that I didn’t fall. His kisses were my own personal kryptonite. Dev pulled his head back. “No. You’re with him.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I lied, Dev. I’m not with Rhett.” His eyes narrowed on me, disbelief loud and clear in those aquamarine depths. I grimaced. “He’s with Linc; Rhett is gay.”
Devlin’s nostrils flared, his hands grabbed hold of my ass and lifted me off my feet. Instinctively my legs wrapped around his waist again. He was already hard even though I could see that he was pissed off. The feel of his hard cock as it nestled against my pussy made me see stars for a moment, but his next question made me focus on him. “You lied? You aren’t sleeping with that fucker?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my gaze going back to his lips. Ah, damn. I wanted him so much. Wanted him deep inside of me again. Nothing mattered when he was moving within me, making me mindless with need for him. The emptiness I’d felt last night after our session of hot, public sex doubled as my need for him grew. “I lied, Dev. I haven’t been with anyone but you in a very long time.”
The look in his eyes turned stormy. “Define ‘a long time’, Nat,” he commanded in a raspy voice.
“You know you weren’t my first, Dev,” I reminded him with a glare. “I haven’t been with anyone but you except for my high school boyfriend. There, satisfied now?” Maybe I should have been asking him the same question. Had he been with anyone since me?
“Nope.” He lowered his head and licked the sensitive area right where my neck and shoulder met. “Wish I’d been the first, baby. Wish I was the only one to ever be inside the nirvana of your tight little body.”
“What about you?” I gasped
“What about me?” His voice was raspy, full of need.
“H-have you been with anyone else since…” I moaned when he moved his hips and rubbed in just the right spot to make me see stars. “…since m-me?”
“Don’t want anyone but you, Nat. There’s been no one but you since before we got together last spring.” His hips thrust forward, right against my already throbbing clit.
Oh, shit. My eyes closed and my head fell back against the wall. My panties were already soaked with my need for him, but with each thrust of his hips against my pussy more and more liquid heat pooled between my legs. With the next thrust of his jeans-covered dick, I nearly came.
“Dev!” I cried his name. My fingers thrust into his hair, tangling in its length. “I need you.”
“Need you too, baby.” His teeth scraped over my shoulder, his big hands kneading my ass. “But I don’t want you running off upset again.”
“I won’t,” I promised. “Please, Dev.”
“Begging for me, Nat?” I heard his inhale, knew he was scenting me. His groan told me he liked what he smelled. I hadn’t showered when I’d gotten back last night because I was in too much pain from my migraine, and Wroth had already been in the shower when I’d first gotten up. I still smelled of Devlin, had traces of his cologne and sweat clinging to me. “You should never have to beg for my dick, baby.”
“Then stop making me,” I moaned when one big hand moved lower on my ass until his middle finger was rimming my entrance through my shorts and panties. He thrust upward with that thick digit in time with his thrusting hips. Fuck, I was going to come and he wasn’t even inside me yet. “I want you inside of me, Devlin. Right now.”
He lifted his head, his eyes darkening with a need that matched my own. “I’ll give you all of me, Nat. Every fucking part of myself, if you will give me another chance.”
“Another chance?” I whispered, only half listening as I watched his lips move. Damn, I loved his lips. Their shape, taste, talent.
“Say yes. Tell me that we can be together again, and I’ll sink so deep inside of you that you’ll feel me for days.” He lowered his head again, his nose nuzzling my ear. The sound of his breath made me shiver, my nipples beading even harder than they already were. I pressed them harder against his bare chest. “Say yes, Nat.”
With the last bit of sanity I had left, I nodded. “Yes. Yes, Dev.” My legs tightened around his narrow waist. “I’ll give us another chance.”
His entire body seemed to shudder for a moment. I buried my face in his chest. I wasn’t sure if I had just said yes simply because I wanted him inside of me again, if I wanted to follow through with the bet I’d made with Marissa, or because I really did want to try again. All I knew was that I needed him inside me right that second or I was going to go insane.
My hips shifted, forcing his cock to rub against my clit a little harder. “Dev…” I moaned. “I want you.”
“Want you too, baby.” His hands lifted to the top of my shorts and jerked them down over my hips, taking panties and all. I unwrapped my legs from him so that he could get the clothing out of the way while my hands fumbled to unfasten his jeans at the same time.
When the top button was undone I carefully unzipped his jeans and then my hand was diving inside. My fingers wrapped around his impressive girth, earning me a deep groan from him. His cock was hot as fire, hard as steel, and silky smooth to the touch. The pink head was already covered in the clear stickiness of his own need for me. Blue veins popping out along his thick shaft, pulsing with each heartbeat. I would’ve loved to have dropped to my knees and sucked him off, but my own need was too consuming right then.