What She Needs (Cape May 3)

Devon smiled, but she noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Still, some of the tension seemed to leave the room, and she was only too glad. “You know me well, sugar.”

“I could lie and tell you it was horrible. That we played checkers and fell asleep early.”

He shrugged, but didn’t respond with a chuckle as she’d hoped he would. He stepped away from the doorway and moved farther into the room. When he reached the bed and sat, Tory’s tension came right back in full force. Was he regretting letting Con have time alone with her? Were things even more screwed up than ever?

His head tilted sideways as he watched her. “What are you thinking about?”

Tory bit her lip. “I’m worried about you. About us.”

Devon shook his head, his expression turning fierce. “You don’t have to worry, not about me. I’m always going to love you, Tory.”

She stood and went to him. He widened his legs so she could step between them. As he wrapped his hands around her hips and nudged her even closer, Tory’s body responded immediately. “I don’t want to lose you. Either of you. I don’t think I could handle that, Devon.”

He cupped her chin and took possession of her mouth. It was quick and hard and Tory wanted more. So much more. When he lifted his head, she could see the arousal etched into his handsome face. “Con and I are working through this. You have no need to worry.”

One thickly muscled arm came around her lower back, holding her still as he coaxed her lips apart and slipped inside. His taste, now so familiar, was better than cheesecake. He scoured the inside of her mouth and slid his palm lower to cup her bottom. Tory wound her arms around his neck and sank into his seductive touch.

Even after everything they’d done together, Devon still treated her with such gentle care. It made her want to both throttle him and kiss his sexy ass. She drifted her hands down his nape to his shoulders, then around to his pecs and ripped abs. He was so hard and muscular all over it nearly melted her every time she touched him. He was a hard, sleek god. Kind and patient and too good-looking for his own good.

Feeling wild and impetuous, Tory slid her palm over the bulge in his faded jeans, cupping his rigid length. She was way too happy to note he was as turned-on as she. As he continued to eat at her mouth, Tory played. Soon, his free hand was sliding up her calf. He caressed his way up her thigh and cupped her mound through her pink lounging pants. Tory lurched at the feel of him there. It was always so good, so delicious. By sheer will, she forced her mouth off his and moved her hand away from his crotch. “Stop, Devon, we need to talk about this.”

Devon grumbled low in his throat. “We have all the time in the world to talk. Right now, right this instant, I need to touch you, sugar. It’s all I’ve thought about since leaving you last night.”

Tory wanted to protest further, but his mouth moved to her neck and he began to nibble and lick. “Oh, God, that feels so good.”

The tip of his tongue touched the shell of her ear as he whispered, “I’ve only just begun.” In a flash, Devon yanked her off her feet and plopped her on top of his thighs. “There, that’s where you belong.”

His talented mouth pressed against hers and Tory forgot about everything else. There was only Devon and Tory. All the worries and fears vanished in a flash of heat and desire. She opened her mouth and danced her tongue over his lips. At his rumbling of approval, Devon gave her entrance. Their tongues mated and Tory clutched Devon’s biceps, excited and a little afraid. She wanted the moment to last a lifetime. To know what they had couldn’t be broken. Her body was on fire. She wanted him. Inside of her. Around her. Drinking her in, filling her up. She hadn’t stopped craving Devon and Con since Christmas Eve, when the two of them had taken her to heaven.

Tory trailed her fingers over Devon’s muscular arms. She drew in a breath when she felt them close around her waist, pulling her in tight. A moan escaped her. He was so strong, so virile. She was safe and secure with Devon. She knew it, sensed it. He would always take care of her. Just as Con would. Her body was theirs to command, her soul tethered to them.

She wanted to say something, to share her feelings with him, but his words had her body rocketing out of control, and once again her thoughts scattered.

“Give me this pussy,” he demanded. “Say you want me, Tory. Deep. Here and now.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He grinned and slipped his hands beneath the elastic waistband of her pants and cupped her sex through her panties. “The clothes, sugar.”

She pushed out of his arms and stood before him. His eyes, so dark and full of passion, watched her as she stripped. “Now you, Devon.” He got to his feet and undressed so fast she thought maybe he was going for some sort of world record. Her desire increased tenfold when she saw him rolling a condom over the evidence of his arousal. So thick and hard and pulsing with life. Tory licked her lips and very slowly reached out and touched the glistening tip through the rubber.

Devon stroked her hair and murmured, “Later for that. Right now I need to feel your tight little cunt.”

And because she desperately needed him filling her, to rebuild the connection between them somehow, she readily agreed. “Yes.”

Then, once more, Devon’s big, capable hands gripped her around the waist and lifted her off the floor. “Wrap your legs around me and guide me in,” he instructed. “Show me how much you want my dick. Take us both there, sugar.”

She did his bidding. His erotic words had her heart pounding harder and her body quaking with need. “I’m so wet for you,” she whispered as she took his heavy cock in her hand and slid him inside a bare inch. She wiggled and her body closed around him as he sank deep, tight and hot. She shuddered.

“Ride me, sweetness,” Devon gently urged.

Tory flung her head back and began a gentle motion, then faster, until she was fucking him hard the way the both needed it.

“That’s my girl. Fuck it good, Tory.” Devon clutched her hair in an unyielding fist and tugged her backward, before feasting on her breasts.

The heat of his mouth seemed to suck the air out of her lungs. She was utterly surrounded by him. He drove her into another world. When his fingers found their way over her nub, expertly flicking it in just the way she liked, Tory’s body seized. Her muscles clenched as she s

lammed down, fucking, their bodies slapping together, melding until there was no separating them.