Page 99 of Trust No One

Mel yanked down the zipper of his jeans and shoved them down his legs, then wrapped her hand around his hot, hard length. Closed her eyes and drew in a shaky breath when Dev groaned. She would never get tired of touching him. Never get tired of making love with him. And she intended to make love with him every chance they had. They had a lot of lost time to make up for.

His fingers scrabbled at the bottom of her sweater. He was clearly just as desperate to touch her as she was to touch him. He hauled it over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Then he undid her bra and dropped it on top of the sweater.

He swallowed as he cupped her breasts. Ran his thumbs over her nipples. Then he bent and took one in his mouth. Laved it and sucked it until she was making impatient, needy noises. “Dev,” she said, breathless. “I need you. Now.”

He quickly shed the rest of his clothing, then picked her up and laid her on the bed. His tongue plunged into her mouth and danced with her tongue, then he moved slowly down her body, kissing and sucking. When he got to the junction of her thighs, he spread her legs and looked for what seemed like forever. Then he touched her, swirling his finger around her clitoris until she was crying his name.

Then he put his mouth on her. He licked. Sucked. Pulsed it against the roof of his mouth until she came, screaming his name, almost levitating off the bed.

Opening her eyes, she tugged at him. “Now, Dev. Inside me now. Please. I can’t wait a moment longer.”

He reached into the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a condom. Tossed the wrapper on the floor and sheathed himself, then nudged at her entrance.

She surged up to meet him, crying out as he slid into her.

“I can’t wait either,” he said into her mouth. “I can’t go slow. Not this time.”

“We have all day for slow,” she said. Wrapping her legs around him she arched into him. “Make me scream your name again, Dev.”

His lips curled against hers. “God, Mel, I’ve missed you. So much.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Dev.” She slid her hands over his very fine ass and squeezed. He began to move, and when she screamed his name again, Dev covered her mouth with his.

* * *

They missed breakfast. Missed lunch. Finally when it was approaching time for dinner, Dev lifted his head and watched Mel, sprawled on top of him. He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at him. “Hi, there.”

“Hi, yourself, babe. We need food. We skipped breakfast and lunch. As much as I’d like to stay in this bed with you until tomorrow or the next day, we both need fuel if we don’t want to pass out. And I definitely don’t want to pass out. I still have way more I want to do with you.”

She looked down at him, her eyes twinkling. “Shower first?”

“I know exactly what you’re thinking,” he said, sliding her off his chest and wrapping one arm around her. “And it’s amazing how our minds are thinking the same things.”

Mel sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at him. Cupped his cheek in her hand. “Nothing was good when we were apart,” she said. “And everything will be so much better now that we’re back together.”

He cupped his hands around her face. Stared into her eyes. “I love you, Mel. And I’ll keep saying that until you completely believe me.”

“Every time you tell me you love me, my heart jumps a little,” she murmured against his lips. “I love you so much, Dev. You’re everything I want. Now and forever.”

He smiled at her and brushed her hair behind her ear. “Except for that baseball team, right?”

She grinned. “Yeah. Except for that.”

Epilogue

Three months later

Taking a deep breath, Mel watched Dev walk out the door of Zoe’s condo building and head down the street. He’d said he needed coffee, but she was pretty sure he wasn’t ready to face Zoe and Spence.

She hadn’t told Zoe they were back together. They hadn’t told anyone, although everyone at Blackhawk Security had figured it out. One corner of her mouth curled up. Their operatives were smart, observant people. And the way she and Dev held hands on the way to and from the dining room was a big tip-off that something had changed.

Swiping her hands down her jeans, she approached the doorman. “I’m Mel Melbourne. Zoe’s sister. Is she home?”

“I believe so,” the man said. “I’ll give her a call.”

“Thanks,” she said.

He turned away and picked up a phone. Dialed a number, and when someone answered, murmured into the phone. He listened for a moment, then, smiling, hung up. “Ms. Melbourne says to go right up.” He walked to the elevator bank with her and used his key to open the elevator that opened directly into Zoe’s apartment.

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