Don't Go Baking My Heart

“Yeah.” She moaned as he pressed his thumb to her pulse. She tilted her head up, watching him as he continued to caress her neck.

“You like this?” he rasped out, eyes never leaving hers.

“Please, yes. Yup,” she croaked out because shame? Pride? She didn’t know them. Didn’t carry those things around on the daily and definitely not in the bedroom.

“Ah, so you can listen when you want to?”

Shit. She was going to lose it. Could she come just from this alone? She didn’t think so, but it didn’t hurt in helping her along. Well, she had wanted to know how Devon did seduction, hadn’t she? She’d been right about him using that voice to his advantage. This gravelly tone he had going on was making her want to wrestle him down to the sheets. Get this show on the road.

She wouldn’t be able to take him. That wasn’t her goal. She simply enjoyed playing around, having fun in all aspects of her life. Which was the perfect counterbalance to Devon, she realised. He would definitely take it seriously, which would work in her favour. All that intensity focused on her? Oh, yeah.

“I can be good when it’s beneficial to me.”

His hand moved up to her jaw. “It will be. Don’t doubt that.”

Fuck, okay, cocky Devon was on another level of hot. “Just kiss me already. All this foreplay is nice, but…” She bit her lip.

If he didn’t get on with it, she was truly going to tackle him. He might think she looked all sweet and innocent now, but she was the same Reba. She would fight dirty.

“Patience will get you everything.”

“Will it get you to actually kiss me cuz…” She trailed off when he leaned down, gripped her chin harder.

“Stop talking.”

She licked her lips because if he wanted something, he was going to have to be a bit more proactive. “Make me,” she taunted.

He obliged, taking her mouth in a hard kiss that spoke of all that lovely tension Devon had been holding back. She wanted him to release every bit of it. Reba leapt up, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Devon turned them so he could sit on the bed, which put Reba right in his lap, straddling him.

He deepened the kiss, feasting on her mouth, hands roaming down her sides to stop at her breasts. She arched into him as his thumbs rubbed over her nipples. Yes, finally, she had his hands right where she wanted them. He cupped her through the material of her top, covering her completely since she was working with a bit less than a handful. She rode him a little, causing his grip to tighten on her breasts.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Can I take this off you?” he asked, hands still massaging her through the thin cotton.

“If I can take yours off too, sure.” She needed to touch him. After what she had seen at the beach, Reba was eager to get her hands full. Of everything. “Pants too, if you’re feeling up to it.”

Penetration didn’t have to happen. She would be okay with a good old dry humping session, but who would she be if she didn’t at least ask to see Devon without a stitch of clothes on? Get a good look at what he was working with.

He leaned back, reaching down to pull his sleeveless t-shirt over his head and toss it on the bed at the same time she got rid of her top. She got off of him before he could get a feel, leaving his hand outstretched. Smile wide, she shimmied everything off, pants and panties, tossing them his way. He caught everything before it hit him in the face. She untied her scarf, freeing her hair.

He clutched the pants in his hands, eyes sweeping every inch of her as she took out her hairpins, slowly massaging her hair, so it came out of the neat wrap she had done to fall around her shoulders. She’d just have to redo it when this was over. She spun in a circle before resting her hand on her hip, brow cocked.

“Now you,” she said, looking down at his pants where his dick was straining against the soft fabric.

He tossed her clothes off to the side, keeping his hot, hungry gaze on her as he rose to his feet. Reba drank in his chest, hand twitching as she wanted to desperately run her hands through the smattering of hair that dusted his glorious brown skin.

Good things come to those who are patient, no?Or so her mother liked to say. Reba wasn’t so sure. And she was definitely out of patience. She was about to get exactly what she wanted, and she was not about to delay it. Not the way the throbbing between her legs kept intensifying.

She almost reached down there to get a head start. Would he like that? If she showed him what she wanted him to do?

She didn’t get the chance to act or ask because Devon removed his shorts, and hello, good sir.

“Fuck. Me.”

Devon took his dick in hand, giving it a leisurely stroke. “If that’s what you want.”

“Want, want, want,” she chanted. “Taste, please?”

“You first.” He gestured for her to get on the bed.