Jilted: Promise Harbor, Book 1 (16 page)

Chest aching, he caressed her ass, her hip, her thigh, finding the sensitive crease where leg met hip, teasing there with his fingertips. Her hands began an exploration of their own, trailing over his neck, his shoulders, plucking at the top button of his shirt, then sliding inside over his collarbone. Fire burned beneath his skin, his body taut. Their wordless sounds spoke of need and pleasure.

He untangled his hand from her hair and stroked over her shoulder, pushing the wide strap aside to try to get the bodice off her.

“Zipper,” she murmured. “It’s on the side.” She lifted her arm to give him access, and with a smile he found the little tab and tugged it down.

“There we go.” Now he easily pushed the dress down her arms, revealing a lacy peach strapless bra. He had to just stare for a moment at the feminine garment and at the curves swelling in the deep plunge of it. “Jesus,” he muttered. “How does that stay up?” It looked as if her breasts were about to spill out, and his blood rushed hotly through his veins.

She gave a sexy smile, linking her hands behind his neck and leaning back a little. That gave him an even better view of her cleavage. “It’s a miracle,” she said.

He grinned. “I know where you shop. Do your panties match?”

“No. I’m wearing white cotton granny panties.”

“Ha.” His hand on her ass shifted and once more fingered the tiny strip of fabric on her hip. “Nice try.”

She wiggled her hips, which were pressing against his hard-on, and he groaned, spears of need stabbing into his balls. He slipped his hand between her legs, and now she gasped. For a moment, he just cupped her there, letting her heat pulse against his hand. “So soft,” he said hoarsely. “Hot and soft.”

She stared at him with hazy eyes, her lips parted. Her thighs eased a little farther apart, and she swallowed. He let his middle finger dip into her folds, found the liquid heat, and slid inside her. She gave a sharp intake of air and sank her top teeth into her bottom lip. “Devon,” he whispered, a little in awe. “You’re so wet.”

She gave a jerky nod, still hanging on to his neck.

He played there for a while, fingers sliding over plump folds, in and out of her, then finding her clit, swollen and hard. God, he was going to burst, so much heat and pressure were building up inside him. Incredible.

He couldn’t believe how aroused she was, creamy and slick and hot. His tongue longed to taste her, and he swallowed hard. His cock strained to be inside her, and he again fought for control. He found her clit once more, rubbed over it in small circles, and she lifted on his lap, her back arching.

“Oh,” she said on a long exhalation. “Oh god.” She spread her legs wider yet. “Oh Josh.”

Oh yeah. Hell yeah. Holding her with one arm and fingering with the other, he watched the flush spread from her chest up into her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Attuned to her response to make sure he was doing it right, hitting the right spot, he reined in his own arousal and took her up. Her body tightened, her hips lifted into his hand, her thighs opening and closing ever so slightly as she neared her release. She made soft little sounds that filled him up, so gratifying. And then she cried out, her body going taut and still. Fuck, yeah.

She slumped against him after that, limp and warm. “Oh my god,” she mumbled.

He smiled and stroked her hair, pressing her face against him. But only for a moment, because he was hard and hot. He found the clasp of her bra at her back, flicked it open and tugged it from between them. He kissed her cheek and lifted her off him. “Hang on,” he whispered. He stood and stripped off his clothes as fast as he could, then reached for her. He dragged the dress bunched at her waist down over her legs, along with her panties. Now they were both naked, the way he wanted them, and he sat down and pulled her back onto him, arranging her on his lap so she straddled him.

Her breasts were at his face, round and full and perfect. In awe, he studied them, holding her hips. “Sweet Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned. He rubbed his face against her curves, felt the rasp of his stubble on her soft skin. Then he closed his eyes, turned his face and found one nipple with his mouth. He closed his lips over the puckered tip and sucked, sensation washing over him at the feel of her in his mouth, fitting perfectly. Sliding his hands up her back, he pulled her closer to him and rubbed his tongue over her nipple. Her body rippled in his hands, and she moaned.

He sucked and nibbled and licked for long moments, then switched to her other breast. Her hands clutched his shoulders, fingers digging in, her gasps of pleasure filling his ears, the sweetest sounds. Giving her pleasure, making her feel so good, that was what it was all about.

“Inside you,” he muttered, his throbbing cock begging for attention.

“Yes.”

She lifted, and he directed his shaft to her entrance. “Oh Christ,” he muttered. “Need a condom.”

She whimpered. “Do you have one?”

Fuck, did he? He gave his head a shake, trying to think. “I’m sure I have one somewhere. Let me go look.” He kissed her mouth, both of them so aroused and on edge they were quivering. Goddammit. Once more he lifted her off him and gently sat her on the couch. In the bathroom, he blinked at the bright light, then dug through his shaving kit. Oh thank Christ, there were a couple of condoms at the bottom. Almost dizzy with relief, he returned to the living room. The dimness and flickering firelight were a balm to his overloaded senses.

She waited for him, and he held up the small packages. Her sexy smile stole his breath, along with her nude body all golden shadows, her hair gleaming dark red and tangled around her shoulders.

He resumed his sitting position and quickly sheathed up, then held out his hands to Devon, who moved back over him, straddling his thighs. His gaze dropped to the small patch of dark curls between her legs, then lower as she widened her stance and positioned herself to take him. She followed his gaze and looked down where his cock rose up between them. Again he fisted himself and found her entrance, so hot even through the thin latex, and he licked his lips.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, lowering herself onto him. “Oh god, Josh.” Her body closed around him, tight and warm, inch by inch, as she sank his cock. Electricity sizzled over his nerve endings, heat cascading over him at the feel of her softness consuming him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispered, reaching for her waist. “So damn good.”

“So do you.”

Then she was there, all the way, sitting on his lap with him filling her. She tightened her inner muscles on him and he almost lost it.

“Easy,” he said in a choked voice. “Don’t move. Not yet.”

She leaned forward to kiss him and their mouths met in that warm connection that hit him straight in the heart. Her hands rubbed over his chest, over his pecs, over his nipples, sending more hot spears of sensation to his groin. “Oh yeah,” he murmured against her lips. “So good.”

She began to move, slowly, lifting and falling in small strokes, and then she pushed back from him, her hands on his chest again, provoking some kind of primal pleasure inside him that made him want to growl like an animal.

The scent of her feminine arousal rose to his nose, heady and dizzying, and he watched with fascination as his cock appeared, then disappeared inside her again, her plump folds parted to take him in. She pressed a hand to her stomach.

“So deep,” she whispered, her eyes half closed. “So deep inside me it almost hurts.”

“Don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“No, no. It’s good. So good.” She met his eyes, and something snapped between them, hot and intimate.

“Yeah,” he agreed, hands tightening on her body, helping to lift her and lower her. “It is.”

Then he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed it harder, faster, and he gripped her hips and lifted her off him, then yanked her back down so her ass smacked his lap. She must have sensed his desperation because she picked up the rhythm herself, rising and falling more rapidly, riding him. Fuck!

The drag and pull of her body on his dick nearly had his head exploding. He lifted heavy eyelids and watched her breasts bounce enticingly in front of him, her nipples tight and hard. When she raised her arms to drag her hair back and lift it off her neck, her breasts rose too, and along with the utter bliss on her face, the sight nearly undid him. Something clenched in his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered as her ass smacked his lap again and again. “Dev…I’m close.”

She moaned and slid a hand down between her breasts, over her stomach and between her legs. Holy hell. She was going to come again. That was fucking awesome.

Her head fell back and her strokes adjusted to her fingers on herself, but it was enough for him. His vision blurred. “Yeah,” he grunted. “Make yourself come, baby. Do it.”

She bit her lip, her expression absorbed with the pleasure she was feeling, her fingers rubbing furiously, and then she gave a little wail and rippled around his cock. Her entire body went tight and still, and she fell over him, burying her face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, pressed his face into her hair, and used his hips and fucked up into her, hard, his thighs tensing with his impending climax.

Sizzling sensation raced from his balls up his spine and back down again, so fucking intense, and then it washed over him, flooding his senses with unbearable pleasure. He cried out, making unstoppable, guttural noises of pleasure as he came inside her sweet body in wave after wave of orgasm.

He held on to her as if he were drowning, and when he surfaced again, her mouth was pressed against his neck in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He dragged air into his lungs, air scented with her singular fragrance mingled with sex, which went straight to his head. “Devon,” he whispered. “Christ.”

His hand found her hair and tugged to lift her head. He needed to see her face, her eyes. What had they done? What had they done?

She gazed back at him with a soft smile and warm eyes, and he sank into that, overwhelmed and relieved.

“Oh, Josh,” she whispered, laying her palm on his cheek. “Oh my god.”

“I know.” He turned his face and kissed her palm. “I know.” He closed his eyes again then, his body still pulsing with heat, her body still clasping him.

And with that, his life had just changed. Good. Bad. Hell if he knew. But nothing would be the same again.

Chapter Eleven

Devon sat there straddling Josh’s legs, impaled on his still-hard cock, her chest full of emotion. Her body still vibrated with the powerful orgasm she’d just had, still pulsed around him. When their eyes met, everything else faded away, and like he said, it was just them. She touched his face, bristly with stubbled whiskers, admiring the jut of his cheekbones, the shape of his jaw, the slope of his nose.

It was hard to believe she was there with him, in this beautiful hotel suite, having sex with him after all this time. After all those months of missing him, needing him, aching for him.

“Let’s go to bed,” he murmured.

She loved the sound of that. “Yes.” She wrinkled her nose as she eased off him. Separating from him was not enjoyable. She stood on legs that were surprisingly weak and shook back her hair. Josh rose too.

“I’ll just get rid of this,” he said, looking down at the condom he was removing. As she moved around him to walk toward the bedroom, he gave her ass a little tap, and she shot him a smile over her shoulder.

She pulled back the covers and slid between the sheets, cool against her overheated skin.

Josh.

She sighed and pressed her face into the pillow. She didn’t want to think about tomorrow and leaving or what was going to happen after this. Thoughts like that made her hurt inside. For now, she was there with him and after burning for him all week, they’d finally done it. And Jeebus Crust, it had been hot.

Sex with Josh had always been hot. She’d had other boyfriends before him, but with him she’d learned about her sexuality and explored it fearlessly and eagerly. It had never been the same with anyone else, even when it was good. She smiled into the pillow.

The bed dipped as Josh climbed in with her, his body big and warm. She let herself sink into the voluptuous heat and strength of him as he pulled her up against him and wrapped his arms around her.

“God, Dev,” he murmured. “All week, I’ve wanted to sleep in here with you so bad.”

All those nights alone in the big bed made her heart hurt. “Me too,” she whispered.

“What were we waiting for?”

She shifted a little to see his face. “This might not be the best idea.”

His mouth tightened a little. “Okay. Let’s deal with it.”

“Um…deal with what?” Her insides knotted.

“Come back to the harbor with me.”

She was silent as questions backed up in her brain.
Go back to Promise Harbor? With you? For how long? Why?
“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just…” Why not? She swallowed. “I…”

“There is no good reason. You have no job to go back to. No reason to rush back to Boston.”

“Yes.” Her head spun a little. “I guess I could do that. It’s just…things are so awkward between me and my dad. And now with Susan.”

“Susan?”

“Yeah. His neighbor. And uh…girlfriend. I guess. I don’t know. He didn’t tell me about her, but when I got there last weekend, I discovered they’re in a…um…relationship.”