Page 58 of The One for Me
We start to move backward toward the bed.
Her legs hit, stopping our progress so I bend forward and we tumble down.
She laughs, and the sound does something in my heart. Devney is in my arms, and in my bed. It’s something I’ve thought about while also trying not to think about at the same time. This was something that I didn’t want to consider because she was off limits.
I was such a fool to let this much time stand between us.
I run my hand against her soft skin. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You make me feel that way when you look at me.”
I hate the person who ever made her think otherwise. “You’ve always been breathtaking.” I cup her face, staring down into those eyes that hold me captive. “Always.”
“Kiss me. Please.”
And I do.
My lips meet hers, and we become lost in each other. I hold myself up as she lifts to meet me, kissing me as much as I’m kissing her.
I want to touch her, feel her, be inside her so badly that I have to fight to keep control.
She doesn’t deserve some barely holding on guy, I need this to be good for her.
Moving quickly, I change our positions so that she straddles me. Her grin grows as she looks down at me.
“Why are you smiling?” I ask.
“Because it’s you and we’re really doing this.”
“Yeah, we are. If you’re going to back out or regret this, I’m begging you to do it now. Before I’ve seen you, touched you, and tasted you.”
My chest rises and falls a little harder. “What if it’s you who regrets it?”
“Not a fucking chance of that.”
She leans down, her brown hair creating a veil around us. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Devney kisses me, and I thank God she does. I don’t want to talk about backing out or regrets. I want passion and a lot of clothes coming off.
As if she can read my mind, she sits back up and removes her shirt.
“Take the bra off,” I tell her.
Her hands shake a bit, and her lower lip is nestled between her teeth, but she does it. The bra falls away, and I see her for the first time.
Jesus.
Wow.
Yeah.
Fuck.
I can only think in one-word bursts as I stare at her. How many times have I envisioned this? My fantasy was in no way close to the real thing.
She pulls her brown hair to the side, allowing me a full view. “You’re stunning.” I lift my hands, fingers grazing the underside of her breasts. “A man could die just looking at you.”
