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“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long, but now they’re out there, and I’m never taking them back.” He kisses my cheek. “I love you, Ange. I fucking love you so much.”
Without pausing to think about it, I grab his face and fuse our mouths together. There’s nothing soft or tender about the marriage of our lips. Years of unrequited love and pent-up desire have meshed together in one explosive mix. His mouth is working fiercely against mine, his tongue plundering my mouth, and I’m lapping it up, matching his searing-hot kisses, one for one. My hands tangle in his hair as we ravish one another. He grabs me to him, thrusting his erection into my pelvis, leaving me in no doubt as to how much he wants me.
I need zero convincing.
I’m tugging on his coat, pulling at his shirt, ripping the material in my haste to feel his bare skin. We break apart for a second so he can remove my tank top and bra. Then our mouths are fused again, and we’re kissing like we’ve never kissed before. I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he holds me tight to his naked chest. Releasing my mouth, he rolls my nipple between his teeth, and my core throbs with need. He walks us toward the bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. I point to my bed, and he throws me down on the comforter before crawling over my body, resuming his assault on my mouth.
I fumble with the button on his jeans, my fingers trembling, and he chuckles. Standing up, he shucks them off along with his boxers. Before I can admire him in all his naked glory, he’s back on the bed, tugging my sleep shorts down with his teeth. When we’re both fully naked, he climbs back up my body, capturing my mouth in yet another searing-hot kiss. I grab fistfuls of his hair, yanking his body down on top of me, and we both groan as our bodies strategically align in all the right places. My hands explore every dip and curve of his torso, roaming freely over his toned abs and butt as he continues worshiping my mouth and my neck, sucking on that sensitive spot just under my ear.
I’m writhing and panting like a woman possessed, and I need to feel him inside me now. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Devin. Pushing rationale aside, I refuse to feel anything but the heavenly sensations coursing through my body. Devin works my body like a skilled violinist plucking strings—knowing when to alternate between precise, measured gentle touches and determined, intense, hard strokes, tweaking my body until I’m primed to explode.
Spreading my legs, I buck my hips up, gripping his butt and pulling him closer to me. Ripping his mouth from mine, he props up on his elbows, staring at me with dark, sultry, lust-drenched eyes. Our chests rise and fall at the same time while we hold a silent conversation.
He asks a question. I give permission.
Removing a condom from the pocket of his jeans, he rolls it on, his eyes never leaving mine. Bringing my wrist to his mouth, he plants a delicate kiss on my skin, in the exact place where my infinity tattoo resides. I shiver, feeling his touch all the way to my toes. Then he shimmies down a bit, positioning himself at my entrance, and he slides inside me in one powerful, confident thrust.
I cry out as he fills me, submerged in the most incredible, other-worldly sensations. Every part of my body absorbs his touch while he holds himself still inside me. His fingers sweep reverentially over my body, caressing every curve, every ounce of bare flesh, and I’m putty in his hands. He leans down into my face. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you too. I love you so completely. You’re my everything, Dev.”
He plants the softest, most delicate kiss on my lips. “I feel the same. You’ll always be my whole world.” Then he starts moving, slowly and carefully, like he plans to savor each millisecond of our joining. His hands and his lips worship every part of my body as he moves inside me with infinite tenderness. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I could stay locked around him for eternity and never get enough.
Our first time is slow, and soft, and an unspoken eternal declaration of our love. The next two times are frantic, wild, and we devour one another, pushing our bodies to the max, screaming our releases in unison. Devin throws me over his shoulder, our sweat-slicked bodies slapping against one another as he pulls me into the shower with him. We take turns washing each other, and then he backs me into the wall, pushing my knee up high as he enters me hard and fast. “Harder. Oh my God,” I yell, lost in the throes of desire. Lifting myself up a smidge, I wrap both legs around him. He pounds into me like a porn star, and the sounds and naughty words coming out of my mouth are like they’re coming from someone else. Devin brings the inner sex kitten out in me, and I’m thrashing and moaning with wild abandon.
We go back to bed and sleep for a couple of hours. I wake up in the early hours of the morning when Devin slides inside me again, my limbs all sore and sleepy, and I’m aroused in an instant. When we finally collapse in a heap of sweat-glistened skin, he spoons me from behind, and I’m more content than I’ve ever been in my life. “Love you, baby doll,” he whispers in my ear, and I pull his arms more tightly around my waist. “You’re mine. Now and forever, Ange. All mine.”
Angling my head back, I kiss him passionately, pouring everything I’m feeling into the kiss. “I’m yours. I’ve only ever been yours.” His answering smile is ecstatic, and I’m so happy I could burst.
I know we shouldn’t have done it like this, but I refuse to regret it.
And I’m not looking back.
He’s mine. I’m his. Now we’ve finally found our way to one another, I’m not letting him go. He’s mine for eternity.
I wake a few hours later, confused as a gust of cold air slithers over my skin. Rubbing my sleep-deprived eyes, I glance over at Mariah’s unmade bed, grateful she obviously stayed at Cody’s last night. Neither of us had given any consideration to my roomie when we were ravishing one another. I stretch my torso, and my limbs are deliciously sore and achy. I look over at Devin, lying on his stomach, snoring softly. His hair is all messed up, sticking out in all directions, but he looks adorably gorgeous. I press a feather-soft kiss on his shoulder, only narrowly avoiding the urge to kiss him awake and start round six.
A throat clearing at the door turns the blood in my veins to ice. All the tiny hairs rise on my arms, and bile swims in my mouth. In slow motion, I lift my head up, blinking profusely, praying my eyes are deceiving me. A little shriek rips from my mouth, and I yank the covers up, covering my bare chest.
Ayden is dressed in military-green pants with a khaki long-sleeved button up shirt and matching tie. He’s wearing a cap, and there’s a duffel bag at his feet.
He looks so handsome.
So grown up.
So angry.
“How could you?” he asks, slanting a hurt look my way. “How could you do this to me?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
I shake Devin’s shoulders, beseeching him to wake up. He starts stirring, and I redirect my attention to Ayden. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He purses his lips, and the anguished look in his eyes almost kills me. “How are you here?” I whisper.
“I was granted leave to come home early for Christmas. I thought I’d surprise you on my way from the airport. Guess the surprise is on me though.” His lips curve into an ugly sneer.
“How did you get in?” I ask, shaking Devin again, more firmly this time. He grunts, finally lifting his head up off the pillow.
“I bumped into Mariah and Cody in the lobby. She gave me her key. She thought we’d need privacy for our reunion.” He snorts out a harsh laugh. “What a fucking joke.”
