Page 83 of Only the Devil
“If this is your way of telling me you love me, I’ll take it.”
She chokes on my dick, snorting through her laughter.
I take the opportunity to reposition us, placing her on her back, and settling down over her.
“Hey,” she says, smiling up at me. Yeah, she hasn’t said it, but that’s love in her eyes. I feel it.
“Did you know, when I suck your nipples,” I flick one for good measure, “they go darker? A tawny rose.” I bend and suck and pause to examine my handiwork. “To a deeper rose.”
“Tawny? Who taught you that word?”
My mom taught me that word, but instead of answering, I kiss and suck my way down her smooth belly. She lifts my hair, tugging on the recently trimmed strands, in anticipation. Because yeah, this isn’t our first time. And yeah, she knows what I’m planning on doing, where I’m planning on taking her.
I love how she tastes. How she writhes beneath my touch. How her thighs squeeze me then release, how her back arches, urging me on, begging my fingers to work harder, how she loves what my tongue and the occasional scrape of my teeth do to her, and mostly, I love how she loses control.
When she quivers around my fingers, I withdraw and position myself at her entrance. Her eyelids flick open, and I slide my tip through her juices.
“Please.” Her words are so soft I barely hear her.
“What’s that baby?”
“I want you.”
We both watch as my tip moves along the edge of her channel, back and forth. The movement…it’s so fucking hot. When I finally sink into her hot heat, and her channel grips me, I swear I can feel the tremors of her remnant orgasm. Her nails drag across my back until she palms my ass, pulling on me, urging me deeper, and I give in.
I’m in all the way. And I don’t ever want it any other way.
“Is this what you want, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
There are no words for how we move together, in sync, roaming hands, mouths, lips as our bodies move as one…there’s really only one name for it—making love.
When her body arches and she grips me like a vice, that’s all for me, and the orgasm that rips through me is ecstasy. I collapse beside her, and she rolls into me, our legs tangled as our breathing evens out. She brushes my hair back off my forehead and with a wrinkled nose she says, “You get sweaty.”
“Do I?” What’s on me is a thin coat of perspiration. She hasn’t seen sweaty.
“You do.”
She presses her lips to mine, then drops soft kisses onto my jaw.
“Jake?”
“Hmm?” I could lie here forever. Heaven on a sofa.
She’s quiet for a long moment, her fingers tracing those lazy patterns on my chest. I can practically hear her thinking, weighing the risk of saying what I hope she’s going to say.
“I love you.” The words are soft, hesitant, but they hit like a freight train. I pull back to look at her, needing to see her face, to make sure she means it.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She nods, and there’s no hesitation in her steadfast eyes. “I love you too.”
Chapter 27
Jake
I wake in the morning with Daisy curled into my side, and I have zero desire to move. I should get up and get going, start the day, but I don’t. My thoughts keep circling back to last night. It’s been a long time since I told someone I loved her. Years, in fact.
