Picture Perfect (22 page)

He visually drank in every inch of me, his mouth dropping open. “Fuck. Damn. Wow.”

Feeling more powerful than I’d ever felt, I reached and cupped my hand beneath the seat of his pants, squeezing. “Yeah. Wow,” I said, my voice husky and deep.

His eyes rolled back as I massaged his erection through his pants, and he groaned. “God, I want you,” he said, leaning toward me, his lips hovering over my own.

I ran my tongue over his lips, ducking it inside his mouth to tease his tongue. “Then come get me,” I breathed against his mouth, a dared whisper.

He
paused, studying my expression. Then without warning, his mouth crashed on mine and we tipped backward against the pillows.

My hands were in his hair, slipping up his shirt to dig into his back, then slinking down his back again to squeeze his ass. He felt smooth and hard, like he was invincible. His mouth eventually left mine and started burning a trail of kisses down my chin and jaw, then my neck. The moment he licked the curve of my breasts, I gasped in pleasure. “It’s not fair you’re still dressed,” I said, breathless.

“No, what’s not fair is that you’re this damn beautiful,” he growled, seizing one of my rock-hard nipples with a growl. I arched my back as he sucked and sucked, kneading my breasts and pushing them together. The tip of his tongue tickled the round hard lump, shooting a bolt of lightning-hot pleasure straight to my groin. Heat built up in me, rising steadily.

“I want you naked. Now,” I said, grabbing the bottom of his shirt.

He did the work for me. With fluid grace, he sat up and tugged his shirt off in the blink of an eye, pitching it to the floor. Holy hell. If I thought the backside looked good, it was nothing compared to the front. Flawlessly formed abs rippled down his stomach, crowned in strong, lean pectoral muscles. His arms had definition, bulging in all the right places. I ran my hands over them, squeezing. Hard as rock.

He took the opportunity to nuzzle my neck, gently nipping and kissing as one of his hands grabbed a handful of my hair and the other reached under the small of my arching back, holding me against him.

I sighed, feeling myself come undone inside. “I want more,” I breathed. “Your pants…”

“Then take them off,” Devin growled against my feverish skin.

My eager hands fumbled with the belt at first because it was notched so tight. On the verge of ripping it off him if I had to, it at last came undone, and I tackled the lone button holding his pants shut. He groaned as I undid the zipper, my knuckles brushing against his long, hard erection. My heart started pounding a million beats a minute as I tugged down on his pants and he kicked them off. I traced my fingers along the inside hem of his soft cotton boxers, the only remaining piece of clothing he had on.

Devin stopped kissing me long enough to prop himself up on his arms, both of which flexed on either side of my head. He stared into my eyes, breathing hard. “You sure?”

Was I sure? Could I give myself to him like I had Alex?

“Not all guys are like Alex,”
came Tam’s comforting words inside my head.
“Not all guys are assholes.”

I was tired of being alone. I was tired of feeling like nothing I ever did was good enough, like my scars prevented me from truly belonging to anyone.

I stared into his eyes, the feeling of rightness inside me growing. His brown eyes, though scorching with passion, were also kind and gentle.

Give in
, my heart urged, and all my fear vanished.

“Yes,” I whispered.

His mouth plunged onto mine, stealing the breath from me like a starving man craving water. Slowly, his hand slid down to the top of one of my stockings, undoing the clasp and pulling it off my leg. I couldn’t think as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly. I reached down and grabbed his dick, tugging on the shaft. He grunted as I stroked him, keeping the pressure firm.
God
, he was long.

“Holy shit,” he rasped. “I have to get inside you.”

“Then why don’t you?” I challenged, giving him a devilish smirk.

His eyes glinted with a wicked gleam. “Because I’m not finished with our foreplay yet. I want you dripping wet and begging for it.”

An excited flutter went though me. Holding my gaze, he ghosted his fingers across my bare stomach, slipping into the thin lace of my panties and running his thumb along the tender knot of my clit. Electricity shot through me, and I gasped as he worked my sweet spot with his thumb while his fingers rubbed my lips.

“Do you want more?” he whispered darkly, nipping at my earlobe.

I nodded eagerly. “Yes. Please.”

His fingers plunged deeper, lighting me up inside with a sharp burst of ecstasy. I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders as he worked me, probing deeper and harder and faster. I didn’t even notice he’d taken my other stocking off until his bare hand was running along my scar. Panic started to seize me up, but he pressed my thigh down, opening me up wider as he kissed a path down the center of my swollen breasts to the pulsating pressure begging to be released between my legs. I forgot all rational thought as his tongue flicked out, licking me greedily again and again and again, lapping faster and faster.

I gripped the sheets, twisting them in my fist as I writhed. He pushed down against my thighs, forcing me to stay open. I cried out as the pressure built and built until I felt I would explode if I didn’t come. “Please, please,” I begged, reaching for him. “I want you now. Please.”

He let up with a gasp, a triumphant smile on his gorgeous face. “Then you’ll have to take these boxers off,” he murmured, crawling over me like a predator hungry for its prey.

Without waiting, I ran my hands over his torso, relishing the feel of his muscles beneath my palms, and grabbed hold of his boxers and yanked. He finished flinging them off, then reached down and seized my panties. I heard a rip, felt the pressure of the fabric as it tore, and he pitched the flimsy scraps of lace to the side. In a flash, his dresser drawer opened as he retrieved a condom, snapping it into place before thrusting himself inside me.

I lost my breath as he filled me up, banging my sweet spot hard the first time. He groaned, arching his back and holding the position, the beautiful moment two people become one. I clung to him, our skin slicking with sweat as he pulled out, leaving only the head of his dick in, and plunged again, as deep as he could go. I moaned in pleasure as he built up a rhythm, a throbbing pit of fire bursting to life below my navel every time he thrust. “Oh God,” I cried, grabbing his hair and angling my hips upward she he could glide in and out easier.

He slowed, and I whimpered, disappointed. “What’s wrong? Why are you stopping?” I breathed.

He pumped just as deep, but not with the intensity he had before. A mischievous smile was on his lips as he turned to look at me. “Who said anything about stopping?” he said.

Before I had time to register what he’d said, he’d propped my legs up on his shoulders and began making love to me all over again. If I thought the first time had been intense, this made the electric sizzle I’d felt before feel like a static shock. I nearly screamed at the intensity of the sensations rolling through me, turning me into a pile of pleasure-exhausted goo.

“Moan for me,” he demanded, and I did.

I grabbed my hair, my breasts, unable to keep my hands still. After I thought I’d nearly burst, he slowed again and I growled in frustration. “No, no. Don’t stop,” I begged.

“I’m not,” he said, grinning. “But you’re getting on top.”

I blinked. “Really?” I’d never been on top before. Alex had never given me the chance to explore.

Devin nodded. “Oh, yeah. You’re gonna ride me like a goddamn cowgirl.”

The thought excited me, and I crawled on top of him as he lay down. Reaching for his dick to hold it upright, I gradually slid myself onto it, enjoying the way Devin’s eyes rolled back and he arched his back. It was different, riding him like this. It made me feel powerful and in control.

I picked up his rhythm, rocking myself against him and sliding along his swollen shaft. He groaned within his throat, clutching the sheets as I had done, and I smiled wickedly. Relishing the feeling of pleasuring myself on him, I reached back and massaged his balls. He gasped, eyes snapping open
as I pulled and worked him faster. I tilted my head back, my breasts jiggling as he reached up to cup them and suck on the nipples. I ground against him harder, feeling the emotions and sensations inside me spilling into overload. I moaned and sped up, spreading my legs to sink lower on him.

“Come for me baby,” Devin whispered against my tit. He reached down and rubbed my clit, and my world literally exploded in a shower of sparks and fire.

CHAPTER 25

Devin

I CRIED OUT RIGHT along with her as she screamed, grunting as I got in a few more thrusts before we both fell exhausted against the sheets. For a perfect moment, neither of us spoke. It was just us and the silence, the beating of our synced hearts, and the duet of our breaths. Swallowing to wet my dry throat, I looked at her and rasped, “How do you feel?”

Her hair was all messed up and splayed across her face. It was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. Her swollen lips parted in a smile. “Incredible. Like I could walk on air.”

I smiled and lifted my arm, patting my chest, and she snuggled up against me. Lying there naked with her was the most peace I had known in years. My mind stilled, no longer tormented by the negativity that had haunted me this past year. I closed my eyes and smiled. So this was what it felt like to be happy. I had almost forgotten.

“What are you thinking about?” came her soft voice. She idly drew patterns on my chest with her fingernail.

“That this is the happiest moment of my life,” I answered without pause.

She hugged me. “Me too.”

I watched the fan whir above, a feeling of complete relaxation coming over me. “I used to think that after what happened, after what I did, I’d never be whole again. Until I met you.”

She searched my eyes, the red of her cheeks intensifying.

The lock I’d kept on my heart split open, and all the horrible things I’d kept buried there spilled out. It had tried to do this before, but this time I didn’t stop it. “One year ago, my baby sister, Brayden’s twin, died in a dare gone wrong. I was there when it happened.”

Her breath caught, but she didn’t try to interrupt me with empty sympathies. She waited, letting me continue on my own time. “I’ve never been able to get that image out of my head, of her falling fifty stories, screaming my name, and seeing her broken body on the sidewalk.” My voice choked up, but I held back my tears. “I blamed myself for what happened since I was the one who
dared her to go up to Crescent Point, and so did everybody else. I can’t blame Brayden’s hate. I deserved it. Because of my stupidity, my baby sister is gone for good.”

Angel rested her head on my chest, right over my heart. I held onto her, trying to ward off the
tremble threatening to take over in my hands. “I’ve carried the grief and the guilt of that mistake ever since, unable to forget and move on. It didn’t help that my father’s fame in the industry kept us in the media spotlight. Like vultures, they jumped on the chance to pick at our bones after Delia’s loss bled my family dry.”

“That explains the reporter we saw that day,” Angel murmured.

I’d never opened up like this to anyone, not even to Darcy, and now I was reminded why. It hurt like hell, rehashing the past like this. All over again, I relived the emotions I felt that night, the hopelessness that my life was a darker place because my little sister was gone, and I’d been responsible for it. “I bottled up all my grief and shame, and it eventually turned into rage, nearly tearing me apart inside. I started drinking more, anything to escape the pain. My girlfriend at the time, Darcy, tried getting me to open up to her and intervened on my behalf, but I guess it was just a little too much too soon and I snapped. I was so drunk and so angry, I was seeing red. Before I knew what happened, I’d shoved her so hard that she fell and banged her head against the wall. She never looked at me the same after that, and I couldn’t blame her. I can’t blame her for choosing my brother over me.”

The regret was so strong and my throat was so tight I almost couldn’t get the words out. There it was, my soul laid bare. Any
minute now, if she had any self-preservation, Angel would scramble off my bed and get the hell out of here. But she didn’t. She touched my hand, with all the tenderness of a loved one, and squeezed. “You couldn’t help how you felt. Sometimes our emotions get the best of us. I should know - mine did at one point in time.”

I couldn’t look at her, couldn’t face looking at those beautiful green eyes after telling her my darkest secrets. “Hey.” She reached up and cupped my cheek, turning my face so I was looking at her. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, or of yourself.”

The kindness and understanding in her eyes blew my mind. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to truly get the hell I’d been through, but one look at this woman’s face told me she understood. And she accepted it.

“You’re perfect,” I said, reaching out to touch her hair. It sort of slipped out, a stray thought that tumbled off my tongue before I could stop it.