Page 41 of The Last Key
My cheeks heat, and I dip my head.
“Oh no. No way. The answer is not in my pecs.” He bounces his pec muscles, making me laugh. “Tell me,” he growls.
“Sometimes, I imagined you were there, snuggling with me, like we used to when we camped in the backyard.”
“And other times?”
“Other times… I imagined your hand between my legs, your mouth on my chest, or what it would feel like to have you inside me.”
“And were you eversingingwhen you did that?”
I pull the blanket up so it’s almost covering my face, but he lifts my chin. “Maybe. A lot,” I mutter.
He gives me a blazing smile in response. “And how did it compare to the real thing?”
“It didn’t. Not at all. I mean, in my mind it was always incredible, but nothing like what just happened.” His cocky smile makes me roll my eyes, and I shove his shoulder. “What about you? Did you think of me?”
“All the damn time. I should’ve felt guilty about it, but I never did.”
Trailing my finger up his stomach, I whisper, “And what did you think about?”
His grin grows, and he rolls on top of me. “Oh, I can’t tell you that.” He kisses my neck. “But I can show you.”
“Yes, oh, that’s perfect. Fuck…”I groan and he slams his mouth over mine as we lose ourselves in each other for the third time tonight. We’ve been lying by the fireplace talking and then getting hot and heavy for the last hour.
I’m mid moan when the front door swings open. “Hello?” Justin calls.
Shit.
Devon immediately rolls off me, but he’s still half inside me. He grabs the blanket, which is around our ankles, and pulls it up. Since neither of us have answered Justin, he wanders down the hall, then stops short when he sees us. A wide smile appears on hisface, and he strolls over to us and bends down. He lifts the blanket off me just enough to tell I’m not wearing a shirt, then he chuckles and stands back up.
“Well, it’s about damn time.”
“Justin, we?—”
“Nope,” he says, holding up his hand. “I don’t need to know. I’m just going to go upstairs, put my headphones on, and not leave my roomall night.”
I sputter for words, but nothing comes out.
With a grin, he walks out of the room and toward the stairs. “Have fun!”
Devon buries his head against my shoulder as he laughs.
“God…” I laugh too, then he kisses me.
Justin’s footsteps trail up the stairs, then a door shuts.
“Now, where were we?” Devon asks, rolling on top of me again.
After finishingour last round downstairs, Devon turned off the fireplace and we made our way to the master. We finished cleaning ourselves up while intermittently kissing and getting ready for bed. I’m exhausted, fully sated, and so fucking happy.
Flicking his lamp off, he slides under the covers and wraps his arms around me, holding me close. My heart’s on fire. I’ve never felt like this before. Peace and safety combined with exhilaration. Like I know exactly what to expect and don’t have a clue at all. The best part is the trust. I don’t have to wonder how he feels about me anymore. I don’t have to worry if he’ll be here in the morning or if he won’t like the other sides of me. He already knows it all and wants every part of me. And I feel the same about him. Giving in was the hardest part. Now that I have, I see everything I’ve been missing and realize how ridiculous my fears were.
My eyes grow heavy as I rest my head on his shoulder.
“Night, baby,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.
God, I love hearing him call me that.
