Finding Our Course (Finding our Way 3)

“Bryce, I missed you, too. Almost too much.”

His eyes meet mine, but he doesn’t say anything. The longing and passion are evident in his stare. I reach down and yank my sweater off. He licks his lips and lifts off me, throwing his own sweater over his head. As he undresses, I push my jeans off. His eyes rake over my body, and he grins seductively.

“I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated black lace as much as I do right now. You’re a fucking vision, Devon.”

Flush creeps up my cheeks at his stare. He lies partially on his side and leans into me, claiming my mouth with his own. What started as soft and sweet turns sexual and hot. He rolls over, covering my body. Our chests are pressed so tight that I can feel his heart racing along with mine. He slowly ends the kiss and rests his forehead against my own.

“Babe, you attached to this?”

“Huh?” I question.

“Bra, panties—you attached?”

“Not particularly,” I breathe against his mouth. My head is swimming.

“So, should I rip or peel them off?”

“You decide.”

He unlatches my bra and removes it slowly, licking each nipple, then travels down my body. When his mouth reaches the lace strings, he kisses each hipbone and slowly drags the material off.

“I’m not gonna wait to taste you.” He kisses his way up my thighs. The first stroke of his tongue sends a jolt of electricity through me.

My legs fly apart, and I welcome him. He grips my thighs and goes deeper. As his mouth works me over, I squirm, begging for release. I rock against his mouth, creating a rhythm. When he inserts a finger, my muscles tighten.

r /> “Come for me baby.” He touches my clit gently, and I scream.

Black spots cloud my vision as I drown in pleasure. I can’t think straight as he kisses his way up and braces over me.

“For the rest of my life, I will never get tired of hearing you scream my name.”

“Ummhmm,” is the only response I can muster in my orgasm-induced state.

“Speechless?” He laughs.

Without talking, I run my hands down his torso to the waistband of his boxers and slide them over his hips as far as I can. He helps pull them off and then props himself on his side.

The sight of him naked beside me burns into my brain. He’s gorgeous. I want to feel all of him, on me, in me. When I try to urge him back on top, he stops me and links our hands together, kissing my knuckles.

“I want you, Bryce.”

“I want you, too, more than you’ll ever know. But not tonight.”

“Why not?” I ask, stunned.

“Because it’s not the right time.”

“What’s wrong with the timing?”

“I have a plan, Devon. Go with me on this.”

“Your plan sucks,” I groan.

A smile spreads across his face, and he lowers his mouth to nibble on my neck. Instantly, my body reacts, folding into him. One hand slides around my stomach, cupping my ass, and presses me as close as possible.

“How long is this ban on sex going to go on?”

He chuckles against my skin. “Not really a timeline.”