Claimed By The Devil (Devil's Riders 8)

Nick let out a low curse, lifting my chin and looking me over. Then he was gone. I sat up, startled by how quickly he had moved. He was on the floor by the bed. I watched as he folded his leather jacket and tucked it behind his head.

“Do I have bad breath or something?”

He gave me what I could only describe as a glare.

“Woman, you are going to kill me in that nightgown.”

I glanced down at myself then back at him, having no idea what he was talking about.

“Are you really going to sleep on the floor?” I asked as he closed his eyes and crossed his legs at the ankle. He didn’t look comfortable, exactly. But he was definitely ignoring me.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“You need sleep and I need a little distance.”

I frowned, staring at him.

“Why?” I asked again, knowing I sounded childish and not caring.

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Because I know what you need, and it’s not this. But if I get back in that bed, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Oh,” I squeaked, turning bright red. Was he really getting turned on by my old granny nightie? I looked at him again and saw the bulge in his jeans. Oh, my . . . he was turned on. Thankfully, it was too dark for him to see me clearly. But then he chuckled and I realized he didn’t need to see me. He knew exactly what I was feeling.

“Lie down, Melissa.”

I leaned back on the pillows and pulled my blanket back up to my chin.

“Good night, Melissa.”

“Good night, Nick.”

The room was quiet as I lay there, still missing the warmth of his body. But he was right. We both needed to rest. After just a few minutes, my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Lucky

“Mmm, that neck looks delicious,” I murmured, coming up behind my wife. She smelled so damned good it made my mouth water. She looked ridiculously good, too, bending over the stove seductively. The steam made all the little hairs around her neck curl up. I kissed her neck, giving her a little nip.

“My neck or the food?” she asked without turning around.

“Both,” I growled appreciatively. It wasn’t just her sexy neck. It was the whole package. My wife was a walking, talking sex smorgasbord.

I eyed her hips. Her ass looked amazing in her worn-in jeans. Nobody wore jeans like my Angel.

I was always trying to take her shopping, but she resisted, saying we could use the money for other things. As a result, I frequently went shopping for her. The girls helped me pick things out sometimes, and they kept me from buying her too many micro-minis. My woman looked insanely good in a short skirt. But despite all the cute stuff I bought her, she loved wearing her old worn-in jeans and stealing my shirts. I noted that she was wearing one of my old flannel shirts with the ends tied in front of her.

How the hell she made my old shirt look sexy was beyond me. The woman could make a potato sack look like high fashion. It was a constant source of distraction.

“Come on, turn the heat down,” I said, tugging her back against my hard cock. I was pretty much always hard around her. But right now, it was prime time. “Let it simmer.”

The kids weren’t at home.

“This sauce has to cook at a consistent temperature for a few hours,” she said, acting as if I were out of my mind. And maybe I was. I was always trying to get into my wife’s panties.

“So, let it cook.”

I lifted my wife up and spun toward the island, placing her ass firmly on the counter.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“I’m hungry,” I answered, busying myself with getting her out of her jeans. Button fly. I hated button fly jeans. Since my wife was so long and lean, she ended up wearing a lot of old men's Levi's she’d found at thrift stores over the years. They looked damn good on her. But they were a pain in the ass to take off when I wanted to get to her goodies.

And I pretty much always wanted to get at her goodies.

"Lucky," my wife breathed. But she didn't push my hands away. In fact, her eyes lit up. She knew I was going to make her feel good.

"Let's get these pesky clothes out of the way, shall we?" I asked with a grin.

I got her jeans off quickly and reached for her panties, licking my lips in appreciation as her pouty pink lips came into view.

I gripped her silky thighs and spread them wide. I wedged my shoulders between them to keep her open for me. Then I got to work.

I started by nibbling on her yummy little clit. I knew what she liked. That got her juicy hips rocking. I let my fingers play with her petals, just barely touching and teasing the outside of her pussy. I wasn't ready to tip her off the edge yet. I wanted to keep her climax building as long as possible.