Wanted By The Devil (Devil's Riders 1)

Damn it.

Thankfully Jack and Donahue were with them at the moment, making sure no one hassled them. They were there for Kaylie’s security. Not that Dev couldn’t protect his woman with his life. He could and he would.

But the guys were providing extra eyes so Dev could relax and not be in bulldog mode. It had been working, up to that moment. He jerked his head backwards and whispered.

"Get rid of her."

Jack was gone in an instant, leaving Donahue to trail them through the fun house. Kaylie was laughing as a clown jumped out at them. He slipped his arm around her and used the scare as an opportunity to kiss her neck.

Hmmmm… she smelled so good. He wanted to toss her over his shoulder and have his way with her. Not just once either.

He wanted her every which way, over and over.

Fifty times would barely start to scratch that particular itch.

Dev knew he was going to have a hard time waiting to get Kaylie in his bed. It was the hardest damn thing he’d done yet. He’d waited so long for her already. He’d wanted her since he first laid eyes on her, back when she was jailbait.

Hell, even if he knew he'd have her in his bed within the hour, it would be a painful wait.

But he had promised himself (and her mother in less explicit terms) that he wouldn't get her in bed for a week. He would take the time to let Kaylie get to know him. She deserved that.

Dev knew she was a complete innocent. He had to make sure she was ready before he convinced her to lay down with him. That part would be easy. He wasn’t worried about turning her on. Getting his body to hold off for release was something else entirely.

This week was going to be sweet torture, but he could hardly wait.

He could ease into it though, take things a bit farther every night. He grinned at the thought, planning explicitly what he would do each night, and where. Only five more nights to go.

The night he’d driven her home counted as a full day, right? He shook his head at his own thoughts. Sure it did. Who was there to tell him any different?

Not a damn soul.

His eyes lit up as he watched her cute little ass climb the stairs that tilted this way and that. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on it. That ass was his.

Chapter 15

Kaylie

“You feel so nice, sweetheart…”

Kaylie inhaled as Devlin's hand closed over her breast. His touch was gentle, but it was the first time anyone had touched her that way. It was strange and exciting.

They were on the swing in the playground across the street from her house, hidden from view. They'd been kissing for a half hour at least when he started sliding his hands over her body, getting more and more intimate with each pass.

She was surprisingly relaxed about kissing Devlin. She liked it a lot. So much it almost scared her.

He still made her head spin, but she wasn't terrified of doing it wrong anymore. Not like she had been the first few times. He’d made it very clear she was good at kissing, or at least he thought she was.

She swirled her tongue against his playfully, eliciting a low growl from his throat. She was already starting to get used to his sounds. He made the sexiest little noises when he was kissing her. And now that his hand was wandering his breathing was getting raspy.

The heat of his palm disappeared and a finger replaced it, tracing the outline of her nipple lightly. She arched her back and sighed. Her nipple was poking through her bikini and thin cotton top.

Her sweater must have fallen off… or he had pushed it off to get better access to her body. Her breathing was starting to get as raspy as his. A strange feeling was coursing through her body, centering in between her legs.

He growled and pulled her off the swing, pressing her against the steel pole support system. She felt the heat coming off his body as he kissed her deeply. This was more intense than the other times they had kissed.

He wasn't being playful now. He was serious.

She gasped as he pinched her nipple lightly. He laughed throatily, resting his forehead on hers.

"Oh, so you like that do you?"

She didn't trust herself to speak while he traced the collar of her blouse with his calloused fingertips. She could hardly breathe, let alone think or speak. The way he touched her… well, it made her head spin.

He dipped his finger inside to pull on her bikini strap. His other hand reached around her and pulled her tightly against him. Against the burning heat of his erection.

Oh God...

He pulled her top down and to the side, then pushed the triangle of her bikini top covering her breast aside. Suddenly she felt the cool night air on her breast. Just like that, she was completely bare to him. She knew no one could see her in the dark, and that she was covered from the sides and back.