Page 27 of A Very Grumpy Sheriff
I kiss it away.“Last night didn’t scare me off,” I murmur.“It ruined me for anyone else.Not that there ever was anyone else.”
Her hands tighten on my shoulders.“Devon.”
“I love when you say my name like that.”
Her breath hitches.I feel the change in her instantly.The sadness doesn’t vanish, but heat slides in beside it.Her eyes darken, her body softens beneath mine, and her thighs part enough that I settle more fully between them.
My cock presses against her through the thin barrier of the sheet.
We both go still.
“Suri,” I warn, even as my hips flex.
Her fingers drag over my shoulders, down my back.“I’m not too sore.”
My laugh comes out strained.“Baby, don’t test me.”
“I’m not testing you.”Her eyes lift to mine.Shy, but sure.“I want you.”
Every muscle in my body locks.“You need to be very clear right now.”
She licks her lips.“I want you again.”
I close my eyes and count to three.It doesn’t help.
When I open them again, she’s watching me with those big blue eyes, her cheeks flushed, her hair messy on my pillow, and I know I’m a dead man.
“You tell me if anything hurts.”
“I will,” she promises quickly.
“I mean it.”
“I know.”
I kiss her again, slow and deep, letting her feel how badly I want her while keeping myself restrained.Barely.Suri arches beneath me, her soft body rubbing against mine.
A groan tears out of my chest.“Fuck, baby.”
Her hands slide into my hair and tug.
That’s all it takes.
I drag the sheet down her body and lose my damn mind all over again.She’s bare beneath me.Soft curves, flushed skin, my marks faint on her neck and breasts from last night.I stare at her like a starving man because that’s exactly what I am.
“Beautiful,” I rasp.
Her gaze flickers, that old insecurity trying to rise again, so I lower my mouth to her collarbone and kiss my way down.
“I’m going to say it until you believe me.”
I kiss the curve of her breast.
“Beautiful.”
Her stomach.
“Perfect.”
