Page 17 of Inseparable
My body overheats at his words and the fact Devin doesn’t dispute them.
“Cool, but I’ll knock you on your ass if you ever upset her. You hear me?”
“Jeez.” Lucas straightens his wrinkled shirt. “What’s up your ass today?”
“You. Now scoot. Dad’s gone out. I’m going to keep Ange company for a while, but I’ll be home straight after.”
Lucas slaps him on the back. “It’s cool, man. Take your time.” He gives me a quick hug. “Sorry for being a jerk.”
I hug him back. “We’re good. Forget about it.”God, please forget about it.
Lucas leaves an eerie silence in his wake. The TV plays in the background as Devin and I stare wordlessly at one another. Neither one of us moves a muscle, and electricity sizzles in the air. Bruising shadows paint the space under his eyes, and his complexion is paler than usual. Considering I’ve barely seen his truck outside the house in two weeks, and there are no obvious injuries to his face or body, it’s clear he’s been at work most every night. He looks exhausted, but that doesn’t impede the hungry look in his eyes. My insides are tied into knots, and a familiar ache pools in my core. His gaze bounces between my lips and my eyes, and the smoldering look he’s giving me infuses me with courage.
I clear my throat. “Lucas said he knows I’m yours. What exactly does that mean?” I’m pleased my voice rings out loud and confident.
I hold his gaze as he moves ever so slowly toward me. He stops directly in front of me, and I look up at him. His hair is styled in a faux hawk today, and he looks hotter than ever. A layer of light stubble coats his jawline, and I give in to the urge to touch him. My fingers trace lightly over his five o’clock shadow. Closing his eyes, he emits a strangled moan that turns my limbs to Jell-O. Reaching up, he places his hand over mine. His eyes open, and he stares deep into my eyes. I stop breathing at the blatant look of desire on his face.
Ohmigawd.
Ohmigawd.
He curls his free hand around the back of my neck, his fingers twisting in my hair. “I’m not strong enough tonight,” he whispers. “Not when I need you. And I need you so bad, Ange. I can’t deny this any longer, even though I should.”
My heart is literally in my mouth, which has suddenly turned dry. “What are you saying?” I whisper back.
His hand flexes on my neck, and he releases his other hand from my face, gripping my waist and pulling me in flush to his body. We’re pressed up against one another, and there is only a minuscule gap between our faces. My pulse throbs wildly, and my heart is slamming around my ribcage in hopeful excitement. A shiver whips up my spine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ange. Inside and out.” His fingers dip under the hem of my shirt, and the feel of his warm hand on my skin causes my knees to buckle. He strengthens his hold, and his eyes flare black as he stares at me. The heat from his body seeps into mine, and the throbbing between my legs is almost painful. If he pulls away this time, I might have to knee him in the nuts.
“I’ve waited a long time to do this,” he admits, “and I can’t wait a second longer.”
Then his lips crash onto mine, and I’m drowning in Devin’s kisses.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He’s devouring my mouth like he needs me to breathe. I’m kissing him back with the same intensity, clawing at his shirt until my fingers find bare skin. His tongue invades my mouth, exploring without apology, and our tongues start a frantic dance. My hands wander up his back, discovering strong, hard muscles, and I pull him in tighter to me. Inside, I’m mentally fist pumping the air. I’ve wanted this for so long, and now that I’m in Devin’s arms and he’s kissing me like he can’t get enough of me, it’s everything I’d hoped it would be and more.
Angling my head, he deepens the kiss, moaning my name under his breath. My core is aching in a way it’s never ached before, and I rub against him greedily. When he rocks his hips against mine, the most powerful need rockets through me. I whimper, grinding my pelvis against him so he’s left in no doubt how badly I want him. He’s rock-hard in his jeans, and that only accelerates my arousal.
His lips move to my neck, suctioning on, and I shiver all over. “Devin.” My plea is desperate, but I couldn’t care less.
“Want to take this upstairs?” he rasps.
“God, yes.” My voice is breathy and thick with desire.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he instructs. I jump up, doing as I’m told, and his strong arms hold me up as his mouth continues to worship my neck. He starts walking toward the stairs, and I close my eyes, reveling in the sensations he’s evoking in me. I’ve made out with other guys before, and done plenty of stuff, but none of those guys made me feel even a tenth of what I’m feeling right now.
Devin lifts his mouth from my neck, and I cry out in protest. He chuckles while walking us up the stairs. “I don’t want to drop you, beautiful.” He pecks me briefly on the lips as he mounts the last few steps, and I inspect his flushed, darkened expression with a certain amount of pride, wondering if I have the same sexy, dazed look on my face.
He brings me into my room, laying me down gently on my bed. Removing his shoes, he climbs over me, keeping himself propped up on his elbows as he stares down at me. I want to freeze frame this moment. To bottle the look on his face for all eternity.He wants me.It’s written all over his face, and even if he was to try to deny it with words, he can’t deny the expression on his face. It’s there in black and white.Devin wants me too.I mentally scream with excitement.
Pushing strands of my hair back off my face, he kisses me sweetly, so at odds with the way he was ravaging me downstairs. If he changes his mind now, Iamgoing to kick him in the nuts. “Ange?” he whispers, brushing his lips across my cheek. “Are you sure you want to do this with me?”
He’s that vulnerable little boy again, and I’m the one holding his heart in the palm of my hand.
I cup his face. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I’ve been saving myself for you.” True fact. I could’ve had sex a bunch of times by now, but I want my first time to be with someone I love. Specifically, Devin.
A look of shock mixes with pleasure on his face. “You’re a virgin?”
