Claimed By The Devil (Devil's Riders 8)

Hell, maybe I already had.

She nodded, and I let my hand slide up even farther, making slow circles against her unbelievably soft skin.

“You feel so good, Melissa,” I growled. Her eyes were closed. That was okay. I could watch her more closely this way. I was going to do this as slowly as possible, even if it drove us both insane.

I was already more than halfway there. I might as well bring her there with me. We could both be batshit crazy, for all I cared, as long as we were together.

Chapter Thirteen

Melissa

Nick’s hand slid up my leg, sending wild sensations through my body. The way he’d kissed me . . . and touched me . . . it was so exciting. I was already feeling things I’d never felt before. But this was a whole other level.

The boys who had kissed me in college were just that. Boys. They had tried to grope me but I’d put a stop to it. But they had been fumbling and awkward compared to the guy above me now. Nick was a man, a real man, and the way he was confidently taking control of my body was evidence of that. I was so turned on, I felt like I might explode.

I tried to hide how eager I was for him, but I was almost quivering with excitement. My crush was touching me. It was just too much to hold back.

“Nick,” I sighed as his fingers brushed my panties. I whimpered as he stroked me gently through the thin cotton fabric. I felt myself getting wet and turned bright red. I was about to scoot away when I felt his mouth on my nipples again. I let out a soft mewling sound, like one of the kittens we got every spring in the stables.

I was embarrassed by my response to him, but I didn’t want him to stop. Actually, that was a vast understatement. I felt like I might die if he stopped.

I felt my hips rocking against his hand instinctively. I felt needy, hungry, aching, and desperate all at once. I felt him lift his head and opened my eyes.

“I want to take these off so badly,” he said in a rough voice that sent chills through me. “But I don’t want to go too fast. Am I going too fast?”

I shook my head.

“Not too fast. You can take them off . . .” I said breathlessly, amazed at my own daring. Who was I? Not some shy girl. I was a woman, telling the man whom she’d crushed on forever to take her panties off.

He gave me a sinfully sexy smile then, kissed me hard and fast, and said, “Good.”

Then he disappeared, sliding down my body to reach up my legs with both hands. I whimpered as my damp panties were pulled away from my body. I felt the cool air against my sensitive skin. I felt his eyes on me. And then he was between my thighs, touching and exploring me with his fingers.

“So beautiful. I want to taste you.”

I groaned at the thought of his mouth on me. Was that . . . normal? It sounded like too much. Too personal. Too intimate. Too exciting. I already felt so incredibly exposed. The sun was shining, quite literally, where the sun usually did not shine. Nick could see me. All of me. I was already struggling with my desire for him to continue and my shyness at his seeing me like that. He didn’t press me, though. He just murmured, “Next time,” as he plundered my folds with his fingers.

I felt him press a finger between my lips. I shivered as he pushed it gently inside me. Nick’s finger was inside me. It was the most intimate thing anyone had ever done to me, and it was him, the actual man of my dreams.

It was like having a movie star climb down off the screen and pull down your panties. I noticed dazedly that he took them, folding them and sliding them into his pocket. Was that a thing? I didn’t care. All I cared about was the pressure building inside me. The rough but gentle fingers working my body like a fiddle. The feeling that the world might explode.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Reach for it,” he murmured encouragingly. He sounded like he was proud of me. But that didn’t exactly make sense, either.

His fingers brushed the sensitive little button above my pussy, and I cried out, my body arching, wanting more. He seemed to know exactly what I needed. As his finger worked me from inside, another finger circled on my clit, brushing it softly, but faster and faster. I saw him above me through my eyelashes, his eyes entirely focused between my legs. The sun was shining on him, and his hair swung forward as he leaned down, staring at my naked pussy.