Page 46 of Cruel Devotion

He picked me up, deepening the kiss, and I cinched my legs around his waist.

Really, really careful not to get addicted to this.

That heat, the thrill, the passion. All of it consumed me, just like every time he touched me or kissed me, and I never wanted it to stop.

“Fuck, Haley.” He rested his brow against mine as he carried me further into the house. “I missed you.”

I smiled, kissing him again. “Since three hours ago?”

“Longest three hours of my life,” he groaned. “The whole time I had to stand there and pretend to listen to them, I kept thinking about you.” He kissed me hard. “This.”

He walked me back to my room, clearly very happy and content now. His parents had demanded that he talk to them about his grades—a mandated routine that he loathed.

But now that he was done, nothing could stop us from being together while the house was ours.

In my room, I reached back to lock my door behind me, just in case Aunt Cindy came home early. He didn’t drop me once, didn’t let go of me at all. In his arms, I was secure and safe. Even when he lowered me to my bed, he came down with me, hovering over me and pressing the bulk of his body weight over me.

“You’ve got no idea how much I couldn’t wait to get out of there and come here,” he said between kisses as he slipped his hand under my shirt. “All the dirty things I want to—” He stopped, narrowing his eyes at me as his fingertips touched the bottom swells of my breasts. “Are you wearing a bra?”

“No. And in about three seconds, I don’t want to be wearing this cami, either.”

He didn’t disappoint, peeling it off me. “Haley.Fuck. You’re gorgeous.” With one hand on each breast, he cupped the heavy weight of them and rolled his thumbs over my nipples.

Arching my back to encourage him to keep playing with them, so sensitive to his touch, I closed my eyes and moaned.

“You have the most perfect tits,” he praised, bringing his face down to them. Pushing them together, he dragged his tongue over my cleavage before turning to suck on my right one.

He’d felt me up before, but this was the first time we’d had the privacy to take our clothes off.

“They’re too big,” I argued.

He groaned, sucking on my left nipple harder, causing me to gasp out in pain. Like always, he pushed me to pain, but the endorphin rush that followed the sting felt so damn good.

“They’re perfect,” he repeated, going from one to the other, licking, sucking, and biting. Driving me wild, he took his time to feast on every inch of my skin that he could.

“Too big,” I repeated.

He leaned up, his lips wet, and stared at me. “Is that why you try to hide?”

I swallowed, hating that he’d get it.

“Is that why you cover up and wear baggy clothes?” He leaned down to kiss me as he slid his hand down to my pants.

I nodded. “Yeah.” Lifting my hips, I gave him the clearance to ease my sweatpants and panties off. The allure of having him touch me where I ached and throbbed was too much to resist. “I didn’t want anyone to think I was easy. Or like my mom.”

He shook his head. “You couldn’t be anyone but you.” He tugged my pants all the way off, and the enormity of this moment sank in.

It scared me.

It intimidated me.

I’d never done anything with a guy before. Eli was my first in everything so far, and that implied so much trust in him. Trust I couldn’t give this easily.

“You, Haley,” he said as he traced his fingers over toward my pussy, “are not like your mom.”

“Because I’m a virgin?” I joked, groaning at the swipe of his fingers over my entrance.

“Because you’re not easy or manipulative.” He rubbed harder, keeping me in the moment and focused on him as he fingered me.

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