I wondered how much harder he could give it to me. Tightening my arms around him, I demanded, “Yes, more.”
“Fuck,” he roared as he gave me everything he had.
I’d never been fucked the way Devil was fucking me. It was rough and dirty, and I couldn’t get enough. He gave me the whole experience—his dick pounding into me, eyes that never left mine, a powerful body that commanded my attention, guttural sounds that told me how into me he was, and dominance that excited me.
He took me on a ride I never wanted to get off, and when my toes curled and my core quivered, and I came, I knew I’d do anything to have him again. Devil had made good on his promise. He’d stamped his name on my tongue. Hell, he’d engraved himself all over me, so much so that I wasn’t sure I’d ever look at another man again.
9
Devil
My phone woke me the next morning, dragging me from the best fucking dream I’d ever had. Hailee featured in it, and for all my efforts to stay with it, the fucking phone made sure I didn’t.
I flung my arm out towards the bedside table in search of my phone but failed in my attempt. When it stopped ringing, I gave up and reached for Hailee.
I found an empty bed.
What the fuck?
I thought for sure she’d still be here after the night we had last night. And it wasn’t the sex that blazed front and centre in my mind. It was the way she managed to make me anticipate what was to come between us. I hung off every word she said, every smile she sent my way, the way she saw everything. The thrill of not knowing what I was gonna get from her next could become an addiction. I wanted to sit and talk with her for hours. I wanted to reach deep into her mind so I could know her. Really know her.
I wanted to see the parts of her she showed no one else.
Leaving my bed, I threw on some shorts, brushed my teeth and headed out to the kitchen. I needed coffee. And hopefully I’d find Hailee there, too.
She wasn’t in the kitchen, but I did find her in the lounge room. I slowed as she came into view when I entered the room. She sat cross-legged on the blanket I’d spread across the floor the night before, with her hands resting on her knees and her eyes closed. I wasn’t sure, but she appeared to be meditating.
Resting my shoulder against the wall, I crossed my arms in front of me while I watched her. I loved that she had thrown one of my tees on. There was something about seeing a woman who did crazy good shit to you, in your clothes.
A good few minutes passed before she said, “Morning.” She didn’t stop what she was doing, though. She simply carried on in silence after taking a moment to acknowledge my presence.
“Mornin’, darlin’. You do this every morning?”
She nodded and murmured, “Yeah.”
I pushed off from the wall. “I don’t want to interrupt you. I’m gonna make coffee. You want one?”
She turned then and hit me with a smile that woke every part of me up. “I’d love a coffee, thank you.”
Her legs unfolded and she spread them out in front of her, drawing my attention there. The only thing in my mind after that was the memory of those legs hugging me last night.
As I stood staring at her legs, lost in thought, her soft laughter floated through the air. “Am I not getting coffee now?”
My eyes found hers again. “Yeah, but as soon as you’re finished in here, I want your ass in the kitchen.” Without waiting for her to reply, I walked out of the room.
Christ, it was hard to take those steps when all I wanted to do was bend her over and fuck her again. But I also wanted to give her the space to finish whatever it was she’d been doing.
“Devil.”
My step faltered at the sound of her right behind me. Spinning around, we came face-to-face.
Hailee was fucking perfect.
Even first thing in the morning when her mascara from the night before was a little smudged and her hair a little messy.
Especially first thing in the morning.
I ran my finger down her cheek and along her jaw. Holding her eyes, I said, “Why do you wear so much makeup when you’re fucking beautiful without it?”