Page 28 of Breathless With Her

Chapter 6

Devin

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I couldn’t think,couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything. I knew I needed to pull back, needed to get my tongue out of her mouth, and not let my beard scrape her jaw, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything.

I knew we were on her damn porch, both of us out in the open where anyone could see, and all I could do was want her, need her, and taste her.

Damn, she tasted like Heaven. Like that margarita she’d sipped at all night mixed with a sweet and spicy taste that was all Erin.

Fucking. Erin.

Yeah, that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to push her against the door, pull down those tight jeans, and fuck her hard until we were both sweaty, sated, and panting.

And from the feel of my dick pressing into my zipper, I had a feeling that just might happen if I didn’t pull away right then.

So, I did the one thing that might kill me and my cock—I pulled away.

I rested my forehead on hers, both of our breaths coming out a bit choppily.

“We’re on your front steps. Anyone can walk by.” I sucked in a breath, trying to calm my heart. But it was hard when she was pressed against me. The hard line of my cock pushed against my jeans as I swore to myself. I tried to move closer to her. No, that was all my hips. But I couldn’t help it. She was just so damn sexy. So freaking hot. And she was in my arms.

“Oh,” she said, her eyes wide, the look in them a little wild.

“Do you want me to leave? I can leave right now. We can stop.”

She looked at me then, her hand sliding down my chest, her nails raking just a bit. I couldn’t really feel it through my shirt, but if I’d been naked? It would have hurt in the best kind of way. Damn it, I really needed to stop thinking about Erin like this. But I couldn’t help it. She was right here in my arms. And she wanted me. I wanted her.

Maybe…maybe it could work.

“Why don’t we go inside?” she breathed. I nodded. Then, somehow, we were both inside, my mouth on hers again, and her back pressed against the door. I didn’t remember closing it, didn’t remember sliding my hands around her hips then under her ass to lift her up. She was pressed against the door, her legs wrapped around my waist as I rotated my hips ever so slightly, rubbing my jean-clad cock against her.

She moaned, nipping at my chin, then my lips. Then we were kissing again, her hands sliding through my hair and then down my neck, her nails scraping just a little against my skin. I shivered and nibbled on her jaw, then licked her neck and bit down on her shoulder.

She was the one to shiver this time, and I grinned. Then I kissed her again.

“I want to be inside you,” I growled.

“Then why aren’t you inside of me already?”

I grinned and then nipped at her lips again. “I want to take it slow with you.”

“Slow?” She cocked her head to the side. “Why slow?”

“Because maybe you need slow.”

“Maybe I don’t.” She slid her hands between us and squeezed my cock through my jeans.

My eyes crossed, and I swore I saw stars. Jesus Christ, she was hot.

And, yeah, she had only been with one person, that much I had gathered. That damn Nicholas. Her ex-husband, the one who had cheated on her.

What if I wasn’t good enough for her? What if I went too fast, and she realized that all sex was a bust?

Great, no pressure.

Erin squeezed my dick again, and I swallowed hard. “You do that again, it’s going to be over mighty quickly. Even before I get inside you.”

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