“…and my dear girl, who deserves everything I can give her and much more that maybe I can’t.”
“I suppose we still haven’t gotten around to organising that paperwork yet,” I remarked.
“No,” said Devin. “And it hasn’t escaped my notice.”
He stood to walk around the bed and climbed back in with me, actually unbuttoning his shirt so I could get my hands in and sliding his pants down to around knee-level under the covers: a real evolution, where he was concerned. He stroked my hair and kissed my nipples and I clung to his thighs as he pressed into me, careful to avoid the mark he was still wary about me touching. The journey to him accepting that mark as something I could have ownership over was perhaps not one he could ever make. At the very least, it would take some time. And from now on, I had to have a very good reason before I seriously messed with the head of a man who meant me no harm.
“There is… one rule I will impose on you,” Devin said, his forehead against mine as he moved slowly, too slowly, just slowly enough. “No more getting kidnapped.”
I laughed, and he moved fast for a moment just to show me how much this wasn’t a joke. “Really?” I said once my eyes had stopped rolling back in my head. “You… really think I can control that?”
“You have to make an effort,” Devin told me. “Because if you require me to rescue you again… I’m going to drag you back to this bed or an equivalent one where I know you’re safe, and I am going to nail you down under me so there’s no chance of anyone snatching you away under my nose.”
I almost couldn’t breathe. “You know what, Devin O’Hare? I’m feeling like… I might get kidnapped a lot, in the near future.”
His body stiffened with aggravation that was half real, half playing. Frightening, and exhilarating. “Then the punishment had better start now.”
He had completely forgotten he had somewhere else to be, and who was I to remind him? I didn’t even know where he was supposed to be going.
Maybe it was still okay for me to mess with the head of a man once in a while.
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