Daughter Trilogy Bundle (49 page)

His lips are so frigging soft.  How in the hell am I supposed to break free from this?

I almost forget how to breathe when he releases me from the kiss.  I've never been kissed like that before, and now his eyes are burning into mine as if he wants more.

I know I have to withdraw from our intense proximity before I do something foolish here on the dance floor.  If the bouncer thought my missing shoes were bad, he'd have a cow if he knew what my wicked mind was scheming right at this moment.

I see Clara smiling with giddy eyes as I pull back.  She slowly saunters over to us, and I can see her menacing intentions shining clearly before she even opens her mouth.

"So, we're going to go, but you should stay," she declares, and it's so undeniably obvious what she's doing that it's embarrassing.

I glower at her, but she just cocks an eyebrow at me, daring me to object.

"I'll get my stuff," I say to douse her fiery plot, but Devin's hand grips mine and pulls me back to him.

His eyes stare into mine with fearless ambition, and I'm a deer in headlights begging to be run over right now.

"Stay with me," he propositions.

I can't.  I shouldn't.  No.

"Okay," I mutter, and his smile returns to replace the worry on his face.

I turn to look at Clara, as Devin turns to speak to his business associate that is walking out.

"I can't believe you really said yes," Clara giggles.

"I didn't mean to!" I yell in a whisper.

"I got your purse for you."  She hands me the matching red clutch bag, and offers me a menacing little wink.

Then she quickly abandons my side, and Devin's hand wraps around my waist as he bends to speak to me.

"Do you want to stay here, or do you want something to eat?"

I turn to think of the things I want to do, and neither of those options are in the plans.

"We can go," I say vaguely.

He smirks and nods to a girl.  She rushes over to hand him a tablet with a pen and paper.  He signs it, and then takes my hand in his to lead me through the crowd.

We barely make it outside, and his lips are on mine again.  I feel the fire swooshing through my veins as my back gently finds the firm wall behind me.

I 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 his eyes seem to be swirling again.  I have to fight hard to resist the urge to launch myself at him.

His lips find mine again, and I walk backwards to keep stride with his forward pace, since 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," 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.

Devin 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.  My breath hitches as we squeak between two cars.  His eyes are still fixated on me.  I'm burning alive just staring into those bewitching blues that love taunting me with their gaze.

My body becomes his 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 do I care.  I've never felt so alive as I do right now.

The drive is almost over too quickly, and 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 that 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 runs 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 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 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.  I'm sure it will announce my scandalous night 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 devilish 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 murmurs softly.

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."

"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 leave if you give me that look.

"It's pretty far actually.  I should get going," I say while turning back to the elevator.

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 press against mine, giving my mind another taste of insanity.

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

"Stay with me," he says 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," she teases.

"Yeah, yeah," I huff, my cheeks instantly flushing.

"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's a sex god."

I pause when I hear glass shattering from inside the apartment and Devin's muffled voice dropping out profanities.  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 or two," 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, finally realizing where I'm calling her from.

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."

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 says with a shrug.

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 at the hotel, 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 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 incident couldn't have been that embarrassing.