Page 41 of Desperation

“Devon,” she began, her voice a caress, curling around those two syllables like a warm embrace. “I’ve been ready.” I gripped the nape of her neck, and she leaned in to meet my kiss, slamming her mouth against mine. She lifted her hips, positioning me at her opening, and I pulled away.

“Look at me,” I demanded, and her eyes lifted from where our bodies connected. I guided her hips down, slowly filling her inch by inch. Her eyes closed, and her head fell back, opening her neck to me. I licked and kissed as she stilled, my length fully seated inside her. Her muscles clenched when my tongue glided over her throat.

She started to move, her hips undulating as her fingers curled into my shoulders. I fisted her shirt and slipped it over her head, revealing her breasts. My mouth found her nipple, and she sucked in a breath as I pulled the tight peak into my mouth. I let one hand drop from her hip and slid my thumb over the slick flesh just above the juncture where my body entered hers. I found the swollen bundle of nerves and circled it, stroking it over and over until she cried out. Her body convulsed and shuddered, her inner muscles gripping me like a vice.

And then she was riding me. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into me harder, and I moved to the other side, granting that nipple the same attention I had the first one. I’d fantasized about this moment, about how good it would feel to be inside her, but nothing prepared me for the all-consuming, soul-searing experience making love to Hannah was. She was wild and unhindered. She felt every sensation my body wrung from her. I loved her being on top, taking control, but I wanted to make her come again. I wanted her to see stars behind her lids and not be able to form a coherent sentence.

I rolled us over, flipping her onto her back and thrust into her once, twice, three times before pulling out. My crown slid up to her clit, and I rubbed over it several times until she started to pant and gasp. Then I slammed into her, reaching between us to continue circling the sensitive bud. She came again, even harder this time, and shouted my name. I sealed my mouth over hers to muffle the sound so she didn’t wake the sleeping baby in the next room.

It wasn’t long until my release exploded, my abdominal muscles tightening just before my climax ripped out of me. I buried my face in her shoulder, inhaling her scent that now clung to my skin. Collapsing beside her, I pulled her into me, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“That was… Fuck, Hannah, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” She stiffened, and I worried I’d said the wrong thing.

“Really?” she asked incredulously. “Then why haven’t you tried?” She leaned up on her elbow, staring down at me, a hint of something like anger flashing in her eyes.

“I didn’t want to push. You’ve been through a lot the last few months, and I didn’t want you to feel pressured.” I sat up, matching her position. “It was up to you when and if something happened.”

“Do you always have to be so damn noble?” She huffed and fell back to the bed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve been sending you signals for like, two weeks. What took you so long to catch on?”

“Oh, I caught on alright. I just wanted you to come to me. And see, it worked.” She glared at me, and I chuckled. She was adorable when she pouted. The furrow on her brow eased as my fingers danced along her abdomen. All the fight left her body when my hand framed her ribs, my thumb brushing the underside of her breast. “You’re in control here,” I assured her, covering her body with mine. Her legs fell open, and I settled between them, my body already prepared for round two. “You’re going to have to tell me what you want,” I whispered, flexing my hips so my hardened length slid against her core.

So she did. She told me every single thing she wanted.

And I gave it all to her.

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed and went in search of Hannah. She was on her side in her bed, Jameson snuggled up next to her. They must’ve both fallen asleep after a feeding. I lifted her covers and slid in behind her, molding my front to her back. She let out a contented sigh but didn’t wake. This woman was everything I ever wanted. And having Jameson didn’t hinder my desire for her. I’d grown to love her child like my own. These two had become my world, and I’d hold onto them with everything I had.

Chapter Thirty

Hannah

I never felt as safe and cherished as I did waking up next to Devon, his strong arms cradling me, his warm hand splayed over my stomach. He’d waited for me to come to him. Through my frustration, I saw that what he did, he did for me. And maybe I still should’ve had my doubts. Maybe I was rushing into this, but it felt right. I had no lingering feelings for Drake aside from disgust. Devon was kind and patient. He respected me and recognized my worth. He didn’t put me down or make me feel like I owed him anything. So yeah, I had zero doubts about being with him and not one regret.

And I had him all to myself for two more nights. He had a three day stretch off this time, and now that I knew how he felt and what he was capable of, I would make the most of our time together. When he slipped out of bed to get in the shower, I longed to join him, but Jameson was beginning to stir and would be awake soon. Instead, I got him cleaned up and fed and started on breakfast. Devon joined me, rubbing a towel over his damp hair. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck as I flipped a pancake.

“Mmm,” he groaned in my ear, and my nipples puckered at the sound. “That looks good.” I leaned into him, wanting more. “Be patient,” he whispered in my ear. “I have plans for you during naptime.” I shuddered, my body tingling with anticipation. When breakfast was done, I made a mad dash for the shower. I wanted to be squeaky clean for whatever Devon had planned for me. He once again cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes, even going so far as to wash a load of laundry. When I laid Jameson down for his afternoon nap, Devon pounced on me as soon as I was out the door.

We stumbled to his bed, tearing at each other's clothes. I gave him a little shove, and he fell onto the mattress, taking me with him. He kissed me, tangling his finger in my hair and stroking my tongue with his. Breaking the kiss, I moved down his body. There was something I’d wanted to do to him ever since seeing him in those gray sweatpants, and nothing was going to stop me now. He watched, unblinking as I tugged his pants down his hips, licking my lips when his erection sprang free. I kept our gazes connected as I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft before folding my mouth over it to take him in completely. He let out a low curse as his head dropped to the pillow.

My fingers wrapped around the base, stroking upward as my mouth moved over the tip. Lips and hands moving in unison, I quickly brought him to the edge. I was so turned on I hoped he had enough energy for another round when we were done. Working him over had my body weeping, and I was all too aware of the dampness between my legs.

My wish was granted when he hooked his fingers into my waistband a few minutes after finding his release. He pulled every bit of fabric from my lower body in one smooth motion and wasted no time getting down to business. His head dipped, and his mouth found my throbbing clit immediately. He feasted on me, curling his fingers inside until my back bowed off the bed. My legs clamped down on his head involuntarily as I shook with release.

His lips found mine, and I opened to his kiss as I felt a nudge at my entrance. He was hard again and ready to go. I welcomed him without hesitation. My hospitality was greatly rewarded.

Over the next couple days, we were insatiable. We were constantly touching, kissing every chance we got, and any time Jameson was asleep, Devon was inside me. One afternoon after lunch, he laid me out on the table and buried his face between my legs. My fingers curled into his hair, and he let out a low growl of approval, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. He had me shattering apart in seconds after that. Then he was buried inside me again. His appetite for me was just as desperate and endless as mine for him.

His last night at the cabin before returning to work, he laid a thick blanket in front of the fireplace and urged me onto my back. The glow of the flames danced across his chiseled face, illuminating a ring of silver around his steely gray irises. He took his time, slowly removing each scrap of clothing from my body. I was laid bare in front of him, and he pleasured me without removing so much as a sock from himself. There was something erotic and almost naughty about being naked and submitting to him completely while he remained fully clothed.

He made love to me slowly that night, savoring every second. It wasn’t like the frantic, desperate encounters we’d had thus far. This one was sweeter and less about the physical. It was a connection between two hearts, two souls that needed healing.

I laid curled up in his arms afterward, a second blanket draped around our waists. Devon brushed a stray lock of hair from my cheek and kissed me softly on the lips. I brought my hand to his face, cradling it lovingly. I was falling for him, my feelings multiplying by the day.

He treated my son and I like we were the most precious thing on earth. He made sure we were safe, but he never tried to control me. He didn’t demand that I stay in the cabin, didn’t refuse to let me leave. It was my choice. If I asked him to take me back to town right now, he would. He might not like it, but he’d do it if that was what I wanted. He might’ve stood guard outside my door to ensure nobody messed with me, but he’d still honor my wishes.

How could anyone resist falling for someone like that?

I gave him one final farewell romp before he left, hoping it would be enough to hold us both over for the next few days. But it wasn’t. I was restless that night and the next, yearning not only for his touch, but his companionship.

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