Page 19 of A Very Grumpy Sheriff
“So fucking pretty,” he says almost to himself.
I bite my lip, suddenly shy under the weight of his stare.“You can touch me.”
His eyes flick up to mine.“Yeah?”
I nod.“Please.”
A sound rumbles in his chest.Then his hands are on me.He cups me through the lace, thumbs brushing slowly over my nipples until they tighten beneath the fabric.My back arches before I can stop it, and Devon’s mouth curves like he loves seeing my body answer him.
“There she is,” he murmurs.
I exhale shakily.“Don’t tease me.”
“Wasn’t teasing.”His gaze burns into mine as he lowers his mouth to the swell of my breast.“I’m worshipping.”
My breath catches.He kisses every inch of skin he can reach, then reaches behind me with one hand and unclasps my bra with an ease that makes my stomach flip.The straps slide down my arms, and he bares me from the waist up.
For a heartbeat, I want to cover myself.Devon must see it because he catches my wrists gently before I can.
“No hiding from me,” he says softly.“Not unless you want to.”
I stare up at him, pulse racing.Then I relax my hands.
His expression changes, softening into something almost tender.“Good girl.”
The praise hits me low and deep.I whimper before I can stop myself.
Devon’s eyes flare.“Oh, you like that?”
I turn my face into the pillow, embarrassed.
He catches my chin and brings my eyes back to him.“Don’t be embarrassed.I want to know everything you like.”
“I don’t know everything I like,” I admit, voice small.
His thumb strokes my jaw.“Then we’ll find out together.”
My heart melts.Then his mouth closes over my nipple, and every thought in my head scatters.
I gasp, hands flying to his hair.The black strands are thick between my fingers, soft and a little messy from the way I’ve been tugging at them.He groans against my skin when I pull, and the sound vibrates through me.
He takes his time with me.Too much time.Not enough.His mouth and hands move over me until I’m squirming beneath him, my hips lifting helplessly, seeking friction.
“Devon,” I plead.
He lifts his head.“What do you need?”
I don’t know how to say it.My face burns.
His hand slides down my stomach and stops at the button of my jeans.“Here?”
I nod.
“Words, baby.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
