Daughter of Asteria (The Daughter Trilogy) (2 page)

signs it, and then takes my hand in his to lead me through the crowd.

We barely make it outside, and his lips are over mine again. I feel the fire swooshing through my

veins as my back gently finds the firm wall behind me.

My hands grip the back of his neck and pull him in closer, devouring his perfection. It’s as if I

have no control, and something powerful is stirring inside of me right now.

He pulls back completely breathless, and it’s as if his eyes are swirling again. I have to fight hard

to resist the urge to throw myself at him.

His lips find mine again, and I walk backwards to keep stride with his forward pace as our lips

refuse to part for very long.

“How do you feel about takeout?” he murmurs against my lips as his hands slide over all the right

places hidden by my clothes.

I want to feel his skin on mine.

“It’s my favorite food,” I mumble back.

“I know a place that delivers,” he says, though it’s muffled by our attacking lips.

“Sounds perfect,” I breathe while tangling my hands in his hair.

I feel a car behind me now, and I’m praying an alarm doesn’t sound. He lifts me up and places

me in the seat of a convertible I never saw get pulled around, and the valet snickers lightly as he turns

away.

He opens the door to the driver’s side much quicker than I had anticipated, making me gasp

lightly. I’m still trying to calm down from my libido rush that refuses to simmer down.

He smiles at me before driving out into the traffic without even looking. I gasp slightly as we

squeak between two cars, and his eyes are still fixated on me. I’m burning alive just staring into those

bewitching eyes that love taunting me with their gaze.

I gasp again when he jerks me over to his lap. My lips fold over his without reservation or sanity,

and I feel him shift gears beside my leg as I straddle his lap.

The wind blows against the back of my head, and I have no idea how he’s seeing the road, nor I

don’t care. I’ve never felt so alive as I do right now.

The drive is almost over too quick as he steps out of the car while still keeping me pressed against

his body. He finally pulls back, and an older man is waiting by the sidewalk of the massive building

with steel arches we’re walking toward.

“Thank you, Greer,” Devin says as he tosses the man his keys.

He pulls me inside and to the elevator, but his lips find mine again before the doors even open.

I’m sure everyone in the lobby is getting a much bigger show than they had anticipated.

Of course, he could do this all the time with random women. There’s no way I’m the first. I

don’t give a damn if I’m the four-hundredth right at this moment though.

The elevator opens, and my back is shoved up against the wall of it almost painfully. I grunt

slightly from the unexpected force, and he pulls back instantly with regret etched in his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

I cut him off before he can finish as I cover his mouth with mine. I can feel his hands guiding my

short red dress up my hips and his intoxicating breath running into my mouth as the intensity of our

passion deepens.

This is so fucking crazy.

The doors open, and I don’t even take a chance to gauge my new surroundings. I’m focused on

one thing and one thing only as the buttons pop free from the shirt I’m ripping off of him.

I struggle momentarily to remove his tie, but he helps me as he tosses it to the floor. My hands

viciously scour his remarkable body, and the spiraling throbbing sensation winds down my lower

body. I’m almost pulsing now…
everywhere
.

He rips the zipper down on my dress and the red fabric cascades down my body and falls to the

floor. He picks me up, and my legs wrap around his waist until I feel a soft bed beneath me.

More incoherent, scrambled images that resemble memories attack me as my mind envisions the

bed breaking beneath us. I’m not sure what that’s about, but it’s enough to bring out my breath in

ragged surges.

He feels my more fervent need for him, and he responds by emulating the same fantastic passion.

This can’t be real. It’s too incredible.

My hands slide up his smooth, glorious back long enough to know there’s not a flaw to be found

on this impeccable man. Oh this is going to be one hell of heartbreak, but it’s going to be one hell of a

ride getting there.

I wake up to the
light sprinkling in through the gap in the curtains. The soft, tousled bed beneath

me belongs to the man I became completely lost in last night.

I slowly turn to see his gorgeous, sleeping face. His arms are wrapped around me, and I can

remember him asking me to stay with him as we went to sleep.

He kept saying that all night, and I loved it.

I grimace slightly as I see the clock. We have to head home in a few hours, and now I’m in some

strange guy’s apartment after one of the hottest nights of sex I’ve ever had.

I’m usually so reserved in the bedroom, but last night was the most carnal craziness I’ve ever

unleashed. His body was so in tune with mine, and it was enough to force me over the edge in a

screaming fashion.

I sneakily remove myself from the wonderful embrace and tiptoe to the bathroom down the hall to

pull on my shameful red dress that will announce my promiscuity to everyone this early Sunday

morning.

I smooth my hair down and gargle with the mouthwash under the sink, thankful to rid myself of

the morning breath.

I stare at the scandalous girl in the mirror, and a smile spreads over my face instead of the

shameful glaze I expected.

With absolute stealth, I make my way toward the elevator, my shoes in my hand, but I’m forced

to squeal when I hear a voice from behind me.

“I can make us some coffee while I send out for you something to wear,” Devin smolders.

I turn with a slight sigh, but my thoughts retreat once they see his incredible body in the daylight.

His pants hang off of him low enough to reveal his defined hip lines, and I’m almost drooling

immediately.

He smirks at my obvious gawking, and I begin to fidget nervously under his provocative gaze.

“I… um… need to go. We’re heading back in a little while,” I babble like a fool.

His eyes drop as if I’ve said something horrible.

“To where exactly?” he pouts.

“Frankford,” I mumble.

“Connecticut? That’s not too far,” he says hopefully, as though he’s considering the possibility of

this leading to be more than one incredible night.

No. You can’t give me that look. I’ll never fucking leave if you give me that look.

“It’s pretty far actually. I should get going,” I panic.

His hands wrap around my waist from behind, and I gasp at the quickness he did it with. He was

in the doorway of the room when I started to turn around, and now he’s right behind me, delighting me

with his delicious breath against the back of my neck as his lips play on it.

“Stay with me,” he pleads, his lips continuing to draw my blood to the surface with their touch.

I turn abruptly to face the stranger who keeps asking me to do that.

“Why?” I ask curiously.

“Because I want you to. Because you want to. I don’t know why, but I can’t let you leave,” he

seduces as his lips cover mine, giving my mind another taste of insanity.

I drop my purse and shoes to the floor as my hands wrap around his neck, and his hands glide up

my sides.

“Stay with me,” he pleads again.

“Okay,” I murmur through the tantalizing kiss.

He smiles and pulls back slightly before speaking.

“Good. I’ll make some coffee.”

I suppress a giggle while pulling out my phone to call Clara. I walk over to the side to have a

more whispered conversation.

“Hey there you sexy, dirty vixen, you,” she teases.

“Yeah, yeah,” I huff, my cheeks instantly flushed.

“So how was your first one night stand?” she giggles.

I glance over to Devin, and I see him smirking as he turns back around to the coffeemaker. I walk

out onto the balcony for more privacy, even though I know he can’t possibly hear me.

“Well, it was definitely the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. He is a sex god.”

I pause when I hear glass shattering from inside the apartment, Devin’s muffled voice shouting

out profanities, and I poke my head through the door to appease my curiosity.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

He seems a little ruffled as red stings his cheeks.

“Yeah, just dropped a cup,” he chirps.

Suddenly a flash of him crushing a phone with his hand bounces into my mind, and I shake free

from yet another bizarre vision dressed as a memory.

“You need help?” I offer, a smile spreading across my face as I see a more humanized side of

him.

I was starting to think he was flawless. It’s definitely refreshing to see he’s just as human as I am

- clumsy with red cheeks.

“No. I’ve got this,” he says with a slightly embarrassed tone.

“You’re still there?” Clara squeals.

I almost forgot about her being on the line.

“Yeah. I’m going to stay for a little while longer, and then I’ll be back to grab my stuff,” I say a

little too loudly.

“I’ll take you home,” Devin chimes in.

“It’s not home, it’s a hotel,” I explain.

Clara giggles slightly, and Devin smirks as he trashes the remaining broken fragments.

“I mean your home in Frankford. I’ll drive you back later,” he insists.

Clara squeals a little more in my ear, making me cringe from the deafening, shrill pitch crashing

against my eardrum.

“Oh, he’s so sweet! Stay there and let him drive you home,” she urges.

“I can’t. All my stuff is there, and I can’t ask you to drive me all the way back home,” I huff,

even though I really want him to.

“I don’t mind, and I’m sure one of your friends can take your stuff home for you. Stay with me,”

he says again.

“I can totally take your stuff home,” Clara shrieks.

Devin smiles as he walks over to me, and his lips lightly play on mine, interrupting the call I’ve

completely lost interest in.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs so softly with his enticing as fuck tone.

“Okay,” I say, just as I have almost every time he has said that.

He smiles triumphantly as he draws back, and his thumb strokes my bottom lip before he walks

back to the kitchen.

I try to compose myself before I return to my almost forgotten conversation with Clara.

“I guess I’ll call you later,” I mumble.

“You had so better call me later, and tell me every scandalous detail,” she gushes.

Devin’s cheeks are still pinked, and I’m not really sure why. That cup dropping couldn’t have

been that embarrassing.

“Yeah. I will,” I sigh.

I push my phone back into my purse, and he smirks lightly as he turns to face me.

“The coffee should be ready in a minute, and I could use a shower. Do you want to join me?” he

seduces, his embarrassment gone and replaced with his insane hotness.

I swallow hard against the knot that has instantly formed in my throat, and I nod when the words

I’m searching for evade me.

He takes my hand and leads me back through the bedroom to the oversized master bath with a

deluxe walk-in shower.

His lips find mine again, and I feel the passion overtaking me as my dress drops to the floor once

more.

The water sloshes against us as he pushes me in, and I feel the massaging motions dancing against

me. The wet, warm kiss provided by the perfectly tempered water, is delicious as it sneaks into my

mouth, but nothing tastes as good as he does.

“I really have to go.
It’s almost six, and I have work tomorrow,” I pout.

He’s sitting on the bed and playing with his phone as I prop up against the door frame wearing his

shirt. He smiles as his eyes look up to catch sight of me.

“You really are beautiful,” he says with such adoration.

I blush lightly as I walk over to the bed.

“Who are you so focused on? You’ve been pounding away on that phone for hours,” I nag, as if

I’m some attention-starved girlfriend.

He smiles a little as he pulls me into his arms and drops the phone on the side of the bed.

“Sorry. I had a little work to do, but I’m done now, and I’m all yours.”

My eyebrows rise a little seductively.

“Is this how you always dress for work?”

I motion to his sleek upper body glistening under the sun’s low rays and his low hanging pant

taunting me. He smirks as his lips tease mine lightly, and then he gives me an adorable, playful wink.

“It’s casual Sunday,” he jokes.

I laugh a little and pull back to stare in his eyes.

“Well, I need to get ready. I guess we’ll find out if those outfits your assistant brought will fit,” I

say with a little embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” he worries.

“I feel bad that you sent a woman to buy me clothes, and you refuse to let me pay you back,” I

mumble.

I feel a little bought and paid for.

“Don’t feel bad. I happen to pay her a great deal to do such things, and I’m the one who told you

to send your stuff home with one of your friends. I worried if I took you over there to get them, you