Page 32 of Deal with the Devil

“They’re watching.” A quick glance shows Tav watching with one curious brow cocked. “A-Game, baby. A-Game.”

Pink lips part and a little tongue darts out to wetthe lips I want to taste. The things I could do with that tongue. Fuck me, this little woman is driving me wild.

When her hands flatten against the pecs of my chest, slowly moving upward as she peers up at me through thick lashes, I’m nearly done for. Because this woman—fuck—she might be shy when it’s just us, but I’m gathering fast she can put on a show.

And here I thought I’d be the one to make her a mess.

It very well might be the other way around, but I’m here for it.

Hell, I’m here for whatever this girl wants to serve.

“If they’re watching,” breathy little words sound as she moves her hands slowly up over my shoulders. She’s on her tiptoes now, tiny, seductive, thing. “I better show you just how good I can be at bringing that A-Game, huh?”

“Yeah,” my own voice sounds gruff, thick with want. There’s not a damn thing fake about it. “Show me, Sunshine.”

She gives me a sinfully sexy slow blink, lashes sweeping across pretty, sun kissed skin before that little pink tongue slips out to wet full lips I want to stain red with the imprint of my kiss.

If we were alone right now, I’d hit my knees for this woman. Worship her.

Find a way to make her say she’s mine for real.

Head in the game, Kane.

Nevaeh’s body slides against mine, full breasts pressing into my chest as she rises onto the very tip of her toes, as though begging her man for a kiss. Who am I to refuse? I lower my head, covering her mouth with mine. I don’t kiss her gentle like I did in the room, my lips whispering across her flesh like feathers pulling shivers from the deep. I kiss her like a man who needs to claim. Fully.

I demand entrance with my tongue that she doesn’t deny, sweeping inside to taste and consume. Her tiny whimper only urges me on. It’s not long before I’ve forgotten all about the game, my family outside and the fact they’re probably all watching.

The only focus I have is the tiny seductress in my arms. I’m thinking thoughts of lifting her onto the counter and having my way with her when a tap on glass shatters through the spell of lust my little vixen puts on me far too often.

Breaking the kiss, I watch as she tries to hide her face in my chest at the sight of Wrenlee standing in the frame of the door, grinning an almost maniacal grin.

She likes this, I realize, seeing me whipped for a woman. She thinks it’s funny.

It kind of is.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt.” Wrenlee moves into the kitchen. “But that smell—I’m—what is it?”

Nevaeh pulls her head from my chest. “You mean the enchiladas?”

“Is that what that is?” Wrenlee’s hand covers her stomach as her eyes land longingly on the dish. I feel my head jerk back as Cash makes an appearance, watching his woman with a look that says something’s going on. Something he hasn’t shared.

Because I can read my brother, my eyes move back to Wrenlee. She looks like she might just cry if she doesn’t get a piece.

Seeing it, Nevaeh says, “I didn’t make enough for everyone. I didn’t know everyone was coming, but there’s enough for you—if you want?”

“Oh my God.” Wren makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a sob. “I want.”

“Kitten.” Cash is close now. He reaches out to grip her hips between his hands, tugging her back into his front. “You feelin’ okay?”

She tips her head back and to the side, looking up at him. “Doesn’t that smell so good, Cash?”

Cash chuckles, his eyes warming with affection only for her. “Yeah, Kitten, it does.”

Nevaeh dishes her a plate with three rolls, probably fearing Wrenlee might cry if she doesn’t. Wrenlee takes the plate and makes a noise I’m confident only Cash has heard in the bedroom before she wiggles from Cash’s hold and carries her plate back outside.

We all watch her move until she’s no longer standing with us.

“That wasn’t like Wrenlee,” I’m the first to speak.

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