Alisha caught his wrists and pulled him back slightly, his cock still in her mouth but now resting on her lower lip as she licked him clean, and another shock wave rolled through him. “Holy shit.”
She smiled, his cock falling from her lips. She licked them, rocking away to sit on her heels. “Well, that was fun.”
Fun? “Hell, yeah.”
He caught her under the arms and draped her over him while his heart pounded. Her bare legs tangled with his, the heat of their bodies mixing together. She lowered her head to his chest and sighed happily. Her fingertips rested on his chest and she drew small circles on his skin. “I needed that.”
“Any time, any place, be my guest.” Devon stroked her hair, staring at the ceiling. They might have things to work on, but right now? He couldn’t bring himself to worry nearly as much as he should.
She squirmed upright far sooner than he wanted her to, straddling his waist, palms pressed to his chest as she examined him.
The colour of her eyes seemed different as she looked him over. “Are you wearing contacts?”
Alisha grinned. “No. Are my eyes blue right now?”
He nodded. “More blue than usual. Are you some kind of alien creature? Now that we’ve shared intimate contact you’re going to take over my brain?”
Her fingers stroked his cock and he couldn’t help his instant response. Her grin only got wider. “I’m already affecting one of your brains.”
She got that right.
He rolled them, trapping her under him and nuzzling her neckline, nipping his way back to her mouth to take in more kisses. Soft woman under him, her willing embrace enveloping him. Arms and legs catching him close—they would have been fucking again in three minutes flat if her stomach hadn’t grumbled like crazy.
They broke apart, Devon rising over her, even now reluctant to leave her warmth. “Tell me we’re coming right back here after I feed you.”
Alisha raised a brow. “Well, we could come back here, or we could try a few of the other things you mentioned.”
Hmm, oh yeah. “Back of the couch?”
Her laughter rang as he got to his feet and pulled her to vertical. “Only if you close the door this time.”
“Not into performing for the neighbours? Exhibitionism isn’t your thing?”
He accepted the pants she handed him. If he’d expected to make her squirm it hadn’t worked. Alisha backed out his bedroom door, staring him down as she spoke. “Well, I never said that.”
She twisted and disappeared down the hall while his brain tried to catch up. Devon hurried to pull on his sweats, hopping forward as he pulled them up one leg. “Wait a minute, does that mean what I think it means? Alisha, don’t you say something like that and then walk away.”
He caught her in the kitchen already digging in his fridge. The smooth curve of her ass—God, he was fixated—wiggled at him as she pulled things from the trays. Devon laid a hand on the tight curves and stroked lightly.
She straightened and pressed sandwich fixings against his chest. “Food now, more fucking later. I don’t think we need to plan the details, do we? Surprises are so much more fun.”
Alisha sashayed to the right and pulled a loaf of bread forward. Devon jerked himself back to control, unable to stop grinning.
They might have had a hell of a week, but he would totally take it.
CHAPTER 10
Sandwiches were consumed, soup vanished. Small talk led to another round of sweaty, inventive sex, followed by another—why had she turned Devon down for so long?
Playboy. Notch on the bedpost.
Alisha stretched naked on the sheets, head toward the foot of the bed, her hand bumping his thigh. All of her previous excuses had melted away in the flood of desire and need he’d begun in her. Okay, this wasn’t for forever anyway, and she was using him as much as he was using her.
In the big scheme of things, she was good with it.
Devon caught her hand as she trickled her fingers up his thigh, stopping her before she could touch anything important. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we need to take a break.”
She laughed. “Poor baby, did I work you over too hard?”
He pivoted her until they were lying side by side in the same direction. “When a sixty-nine makes me nearly pass out, I’d say I was low on fuel, or something. I will admit defeat if you tell me you want me to start something new.”
She played her hands over his shoulders, just because she could. “No, not really. I’m pretty happy right now.”
His blue eyes watched her every move. “I’m game for more later, but at some point we need to get out of bed.”
“Hmm, I suppose.” The sex was damn good, though. “Getting out of bed means returning to reality.”
Devon trapped her fingers against his chest. “This was no sexual wet dream, Alisha. It happened. All afternoon, it happened.”
“I don’t think I’ve had that many orgasms in a day since . . . well, ever.” His gloating expression prompted her to smack him lightly on the chest. “Ego much?”
“Hey, you said it, not me.” Devon turned more serious. “This isn’t a onetime deal. I want more of you.”
She wanted more of him, so that wasn’t the trouble. Only there were lines, concerns she had, and not addressing them would be stupid. “You said it earlier. We’re going to spend more time together in the next while than usual. I don’t mind a bit of extracurricular activity thrown in with that.”
He nodded but still looked strangely somber. He didn’t say anything else, though, and she was glad.
Sex had changed things. She needed time and space to raise the walls in a new manner. Before, when she’d been denying what their bodies wanted, it had been simpler to keep everything on the “do not touch” side of her brain.
Now that he’d slipped under her physical barrier, she needed to consider what other secrets she was willing to drop.
Her phone rang, the musical tones making them both jerk. When his phone didn’t go off as well, relief hit hard.
Devon chuckled as she scrambled to grab her phone from the bottom of her bag. “We’re going to have to be careful not to fuck each other out of rescue commission.”
She put her finger to her lips to shush him before answering the call. It was impossible to look away as he sat on the mattress and watched her, the muscles of his abdomen bunched into a nice, solid six-pack. His cock far from flaccid—did the man ever lose his semi? Her voice sounded breathless, even to her. “Hello.”
“Alisha.”
Oh, shit. Vincent. All the lovely sexual endorphins floating through her system scurried away. She’d totally forgotten his invitation to dinner. She ignored the question in Devon’s eyes and turned away, stepping toward the bathroom for privacy. “Hi, Vincent.”
“I’ve made reservations at the main dining room. I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes.”
She scrambled to jerk her brain online to deal with this. “I’m really tired. Maybe we should—”
He laughed, the sound creating a far different response than Devon’s. Rather than making her want to join in, the condescension put her back up. A doting older relative putting up with a wayward child, even though that comparison was wrong in about fifty ways. “You still need to eat.”
She longed to tell him to fuck off, but her hands were tied, and not in a good way. “The Banff Springs is not a place you go simply to refuel, Vincent.”
“If you have somewhere else you’d prefer, please, let me know. I can be accommodating.”
Oh hell. She stared into the bathroom mirror, the love bites on her neck and body making her scramble for a towel to cover herself even though he was on the phone and had no idea what she’d been up to. Perhaps the best way to get rid of him was to give in this once. Get it over with. He couldn’t be staying around town for long. “No, that’s fine. But I’ll join you there. I need to do a few things on my way.”