Devi (3 page)

“Yes.”

She contained her disappointment and promised herself that soon they would be skin to skin. Deep within her, a fever for him burnt, and she vowed it
would
be quenched. His intent look told her he was having the same thought.

He opened the door and led her down to an older-model, white Jeep Cherokee. His gentle touch as he helped her inside made her emotions towards him deepen further.

Rhodes was unlike any other mortal man she’d met in her time passing as a mortal. Most never seemed to see past her looks. Or her money, once they figured out she was considered to be ‘filthy rich’.

They enjoyed dinner at a quaint outdoor cafe. Devi soon noticed how well known he was. Many people called out greetings to him, which he returned, always taking the time to introduce her as well. She didn’t miss the way his hands seemed to linger on her when it was a man who approached the table to speak to him.

“You live around here?” she asked as she watched him polish off the rest of her dessert.

“My apartment isn’t too far. I used to work around here, too, so people know me.”

His apartment. Her insides completed a few flips at those two words. As if he knew what she was thinking, he sent her a slow, sensual grin that only fanned the flames inside her. Even so, he didn’t rush, and after the meal he led her out to walk up and down amongst the stores that lined the area.

She was standing staring into a display window at a sexy dress when he stepped against her from behind. He skimmed his strong hands down her silhouette, halting at her hips. He dwarfed her with his powerful physique and she actually felt protected, surrounded by his warmth. With a sigh, she leaned against his chest and smiled at him in the window’s reflection.

“Let’s go.” He rubbed his stiff length against her.

Turning in his embrace, she laid her arms along his shoulders. “Kiss me,” she breathed in a husked voice.

He did as she’d ordered and she willingly gave herself over to the masterful way he dominated the kiss. As he thrust his tongue into her mouth, he flexed his fingers where they sat along her hips. There was a throbbing between her legs and she wanted his touch there.

Rhodes jerked away, his breathing ragged. “Christ, you’re dangerous. We have to get out of here, or I’m going to take you right here against this window, to hell with the law.”

Instinctively her power flared and she tamped it back down. Sure, she could shelter them from public eyes, but she wanted him in a bed. His or hers—it didn’t matter. Licking her lips, she enjoyed the remnants of his taste upon her.

“A date that ends up in gaol. Hmm, I think I’ll pass,” she said teasingly.

He chucked her under the chin and took her hand, leading her back to where he’d parked. The wind picked up and swirled around them. Since it had a bite to it, it provided her with an excuse to burrow closer to Rhodes as they moved through the crowd.

The ride back to his place was comfortable. She held his hand and listened to him talk about what had brought him to Colorado from California.

“I have a sister, Ria, who’s married with two kids. They live in Florida. Our parents are alive and well out in California. They’ve never wanted to live anywhere else.”

“Sister older or younger than you?”

“She’s younger than I am by three years. And her kids are five and three. Girl and a boy, respectively.”

“Sounds nice.”

A family was something she’d never thought she would have. Namely, because she was immortal and hadn’t found anyone she would like to spend all time with. She glanced sideways at Rhodes. But then again…

Her line of thought halted as he pulled into his garage and lowered the door behind them. Ever the gentleman, he opened her door for her and assisted her out.

“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked as they entered through his kitchen, flicking on lights as he went.

“No, thank you.”

She stepped out of her shoes and walked towards him, her gaze focused on the hard ridge that was mostly hidden by his slacks. Mostly. Raking her gaze up his body, she was met by smouldering eyes. She dampened her lips, reached out and cupped his hard cock in her hand.

“I want you.”

Rhodes didn’t know what to say. Hell, at that moment he wasn’t sure he could speak. The feel of her hand around his shaft was enough to freeze the logical and speaking parts of his brain.

He covered her hand with his own and removed it from his body with great reluctance. Not giving her a chance to speak, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He lowered her to the floor, then stepped back and stared at her.

Devi Petner.

This vixen, who’d left him as horny as hell since the first time he’d laid eyes on her. Then, at her place, when she’d dropped her dress on the floor and walked away from him as naked as a jaybird, he’d not been able to take his eyes off her firm ass and small waist. Now here she stood before him, lust in her eyes.

Silently, he used one hand to undo the easy hook that latched her dress closed at her nape. Her large eyes were fixed on him. He trailed his hand down the smooth expanse of her back, found the zip and lowered it.

The teeth parting was the only sound in the room aside from their breathing. He paused when he could feel the top of her panties against his knuckles.

“It comes off if you let go,” she whispered.

“I’m savouring this.”

Yet he took a step back and, as she’d claimed, the soft, cottony material slid down her body to pool at her bare feet. Lust slammed into him harder than he would have believed possible. She stood there, unashamed of her nakedness, clad only in a gold thong. Breasts that would fit perfectly into his hands; hands that itched to cup them. To tug on those peaked tips. Lave and nip her breasts. To thrust his shaft between them while she pressed them together.

His cock jumped in his slacks and he almost came right there. She captured her lower lip between her teeth and rolled it as she gave him a moment to just ogle her—which he did.

“Your turn,” she said, her voice huskier than he recalled.

He whipped his shirt off over his head and allowed it to fall to the floor. She took a step towards him, but he held up a hand and she stopped. Rhodes took several deep breaths and went to Devi.

“My turn is right. I want to explore you, Devi. Lie on the bed.”

She turned and he froze at the sight of her tattoo across the expanse of her back. An hourglass edged in black and gold, with grains of sand falling through the centre. The detail was amazing and intricate. Surrounding the top and bottom of the hourglass were symbols he didn’t understand, also done in gold.

His view was restricted when she faced him again and scooted back on the bed. He moved to her side and crawled up the bed, looking, not touching her. Lying there beside her, propped up on one arm, he reached out and trailed his hand down her shoulder and arm.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, blowing softly on her flushed skin. Goosebumps popped up on her shoulder.

“Rhodes,” she said.

“Yes?”

“Touch me.”

“I am.” He touched the drawn tip of her right breast with one index finger. “They look like chocolate kisses. I wonder—do they taste the same?” Her breath caught and she shifted, trying to instigate more touch, but he moved away. “No moving.”

She stilled and he returned his finger, manipulating the nipple in small circles. Devi began to whimper. He bent his head and blew across the left tip while he caught the right between his index finger and his thumb. It drew up tighter.

“Such perfect breasts.”

“Please.” It sounded like a plea.

He sucked the point into his mouth. Devi moaned, her back arching. He drew hard on the tip while he continued to tug and pull on the right bud, matching what he did with his mouth.

She reached up and sank one hand into his hair, holding him tightly to her. Her skin smelt of a mixture he couldn’t identify—sultry, erotic and so powerful that it made him want to drive into her with one smooth stroke. He nipped and released her breast. She tugged on his hair but he ignored her. Leaving her breasts, he kissed his way down her belly.

Laying his head against her flat stomach, he stared down the lower half of her body. Legs slightly spread, smooth and totally hairless. On her ankle he could see some ink from another tattoo. He slowly caressed the top of her thigh with his hand. He could smell the heady scent of her arousal on the air.

His hand drifted over the juncture of her thighs. He moved back up so that he could see her eyes as he swirled his fingers closer and closer to her core. Flushed skin, parted lips… Devi flexed her free hand in the blankets, and tightened the one she had in his hair.

Rhodes stroked his finger downwards. “Completely bare.”

He slipped his finger between her lips and into the waiting wetness. Her mouth moved, but she didn’t make a sound. He pressed further. Her velvet walls hugged his fingers and he had to bite back a groan of his own. He withdrew and moved up to her clit. Her eyes darkened as he alternated playing with it and sinking two thick fingers inside her.

“Stop teasing me,” she ordered.

He withdrew his fingers from her haven and licked the thick cream from them. Her taste made his cock jerk again. Damn, he wanted to be deep inside her. Pushing up, he undid his belt and pulled it free. She never took her eyes from him. Soon he was naked, and she dropped her gaze to his jutting cock.

He held his length and moved between her spread legs. Her pussy glistened with the juices of her desire. He moved his hand up and down his shaft, the large head damp from the pearly drops of pre-cum.

“I need to get protection,” he said.

She bent her knees, opening herself even more to his hungry gaze. “Hurry.”

He grabbed a condom from the bedside table and quickly sheathed his hard length. Repositioning himself, he prodded at her entrance and bit his lower lip as the head slid into her heat. She was so tight—even for his fingers she had been. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he ignored the demons riding him to slam in, and inched his way in until he had filled her completely.

Devi moaned and shifted beneath him.

He grabbed her hips and held her still. “Don’t move or it’ll be over before it begins.”

Sweat dripped down the side of his face as he strove to retain control and not unload inside her. There was no way to describe the feeling, except ‘right’. This was where he belonged—home, for lack of a better word.

Assured he had a bit more control, he began to move again. Back and forth he stroked. The air filled with their combined moans and groans. Electricity spiked through him as her tight, hot sheath held him.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she panted beneath him as he continued to power into her.

He tightened his hold on her hips and angled her so he could go deeper, stroke harder, fill her even more. Her internal muscles rippled along his thrusting shaft, making him clench his jaw just so he wouldn’t lose it. Eyes closed, he fought to hold on. He wanted her to crest first.

Dragging his lids up, he stared down at the woman beneath him. Her skin shone with a sheen of sweat as she moved in tandem with him. She gripped his forearms with surprising strength. She had her lower lip caught between her teeth, working him as he did her. Her eyes glowed like they had yesterday evening on the trail, but he let it go when she arched her back and came with a scream.

“Ahhh!”

Her pussy spasmed around his cock and he lost it. Once. Twice. And one final thrust before he erupted hard, her slit milking him, encouraging him to give all he had. Spent, he sagged forward, nearly crushing her, only to stop his rapid descent at the last minute so that he lay gently over her.

His heart pounded like a steel drum and he struggled to regain his breath. The air smelt of their combined musk and he liked it—a lot. He nuzzled the side of her neck and inhaled the unique scent of her skin.

He kissed her and began to remove his weight from her. She curved her arms around him and held him close.

“Stay.” Her voice flowed softly to his ear.

“I don’t want to crush you.” He tangled one hand in her silken locks.

“You’re not.” Devi shifted beneath him. Her slickness flexed around him and he answered with a thrust of his hips. She purred and tightened the walls of her slit one more time. “Stay.”

He stiffened as her internal heat continued to stimulate his length. “Devi,” he said.

She slid her hands up over his skull, threading them through his hair. She kissed his jaw, then moved up to his mouth, where she became the aggressor. Despite longing to take control from her, he allowed her to set the pace—a decision he soon came to regret as she rolled them over so that she was on top. She dragged her nails down his chest, pinching his nipples on the way. All the time she undulated her hips against him.

This time when he came, his orgasm hit him with twice the force of the first one. Sweaty and exhausted, he tugged Devi down onto his chest. Brushing her damp hair away from her forehead, he gave her another kiss and closed his eyes, content for the first time in a long time. They were still connected as he reached past her to shut off the light. Her deep breathing brought him a sense of peace, and he relaxed.

He awoke later and rolled over to find the spot next to him empty and cool to the touch. Turning on the bedside light, he sat up and scanned the room. No sign of her.

“Devi?” He got up and drew on his discarded slacks from earlier, zipping them but not buttoning them.

The fact there was no answer had him strolling to the living room. Nothing. She was gone. As if she’d never even been there. And he would have questioned whether she had been, had it not been for the light, unmistakeable scent floating on the air, lingering—a scent he’d never smelt before meeting her.

He hated how empty he felt. Raking a hand through his hair, he walked back to his bedroom and paused when light glinted off something on his pale blue carpet. He knelt and found himself staring at a gold bracelet. In the middle of the jewellery was an oblong shape engraved with what he could only assume were hieroglyphs.