Page 16 of About Last Night
Yanking my head back, a demand I’ve never made bursts from my mouth. “Fuck me, Devon.”
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DEVON
Holy shit!Did she just ask me to fuck her?
My eyes search hers. Looking for the truth. All I see is a woman on the edge.
We’ve barely kissed and while the kiss was admittedly the best of my life and better than some of the sex I’ve had, if she hadn’t walked out on her wedding, if I wasn’t the one who’d offered her help, would she be askingme?
I don’t know if I care what the answer to that is.
I do care about another one. “Are you sure?”
With a nod she says, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I can’t explain it. I was supposed to be married to someone else by now. Supposed to be enjoying my wedding night. I get that. I know this is strange to go from barely friends to demanding you fuck me, but it feels right. More right than anything ever has.”
Her words gut me. The thought of her marrying a man she didn’t love made me feel ill but knowing this moment—her demand—feels more right than anything…
I’m a guy outside her circle, someone she wouldn’t know if her friends weren’t going out with my brothers; I’m the last manshe should be with. And yet, I can’t deny her words. Being here with herdoesfeel right. More right than anyone or anything before now.
“If you don’t want me—” I press a hand to her mouth.
“I want. More than I should, and with everything you’ve been through”—I shake my head—“I want to say we shouldn’t but…”
The smile she gives me is filled with triumph. “I thought we weren’t going to worry about any shoulds, or shouldn’ts, except the one I want.”
“You’resupposed to be doing that.”
Her hand moves beneath my pants. Skimming across my ass, over my hip to my cock, wrapping her fingers around me, she squeezes and I can’t hold back a groan.
“I want this inside me, Devon.”
Fuck!She’s a temptation I’m not sure I can resist. No. I know I can’t. Especially when she’s demanding. I know she isn’t normally assertive in her wants, and I want—need—to let her be bold.
“I want you to fuck me until I forget my name. Until I forget everything but pleasure and how good it feels to be fucked senseless.”
“Stop saying that word.” My jaw aches with how tight I’m clenching it. Her hand and her words—my own need—have me on the edge, one I’m afraid I might not be able to come back from if she pushes any more.
“Fuck?” Her fingers grip me harder and a strangled breath escapes me. “Admit it, you like it when I say fuck.”
She’s not wrong. I like it better when she’s asking me to fuck her but I’m not sure this is the right move for her. She’s at a crossroads and while I’m all for helping, I don’t want to take advantage of her. “Lizzi.”
“I’ve pleased everyone else in my life for as long as I can remember. Never once have I asked for what I want. I’m asking now. I want you, Devon. Please.”
“Fuck it!”
Tightening my hold, I lift her off her feet and walk to the bed where I toss her onto the mattress.
“Get rid of the towel,” I growl while shucking my pants. My shirt goes next. And a second later I’m lying on top of Lizzi, our naked bodies touching from chest to feet. “One last time. Are. You. Sure?”
“Yes.”
That one word is like a starter’s gun. A snap of sound that pushes us both into action. Hands and mouths explore while our hips rock together, heat and dampness spreading between us.
Her thighs cradle mine and my cock rubs through slick folds drawing me closer and closer to release. If we keep this up, I’ll be coming before I get inside her. And there is no way I’m going off first.
Breaking our kiss, I move my lips down to her jawline which I nip then lick. She’s warm and soft beneath me but she isn’t delicate. I can’t explain it, but this woman is anything but fragile.
