On the Steamy Side - Louisa Edwards [81]
Lilah surrendered gladly, so happy to abandon the awkward, nervy whirl of her thoughts for the pure sensations coursing through her awakening body that she nearly missed it when Devon’s hand reached around to deftly unhook her bra.
“Heavens, you’re good at that,” she gasped, feeling the cotton slip down her arms.
“You know what they say,” he breathed against her neck. “Practice, practice.”
The loathsome man kissed his way down to the hollow of her throat where her pulse kicked like a mule. He took a moment to suck a mark into her skin, drawing prickles of sensation up to the surface, before moving on to her collarbone, her chest, her soft, heavy breasts.
Lilah fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest. The overabundance of her curves was a source of embarrassment, and there was something about them in their naked state that accentuated their bounty.
Devon lifted a hand to cup her softly. He made a rough noise, deep in his throat, and Lilah stared down at herself, trying to see what Devon saw.
Creamy skin, round and full, capped with the tight, sensitive knots of her nipples, uptilted and embarrassingly eager.
The heat in Devon’s gaze lit her up inside and consumed any possible embarrassment in a blaze of hunger. One look at Devon’s eyes had Lilah shamelessly arching her back, lifting her breasts up as if in offering.
Devon groaned and took her wordless invitation. He bent his head to her skin and licked, delicate, restrained laps of his agile tongue—a shocking, teasing sensation when what Lilah wanted was to be devoured.
She protested the only way she knew how, by clutching her arms around his neck and hauling him in closer. A soft laugh vibrated against her flesh, sending shivers all through her.
“Stop laughing,” she wanted to say, only she didn’t have the breath, and anyway it was beside the point because at that moment, Devon opened his mouth over her and drew her aching nipple inside, sucking strongly. At the same time, his deft fingers dropped to her waistband and started fiddling with her pants button.
In Lilah’s mind’s eye, a bright, golden cord traveled from the point of her breast straight down the center of her body to the wet, tingling core of her, and with every suck of Devon’s hot mouth, that cord plucked taut.
Vibrating with pleasure, Lilah speared her fingers into Devon’s hair and held on for dear life.
Wait, a voice whispered in her head. You’re not just a passenger on this ride. Take the wheel, girl!
Marshalling her scattered thoughts and intentions, Lilah committed a true act of will and tugged Devon’s wonderful, devilish mouth away from her body.
He looked up at her questioningly and Lilah didn’t even care that she was blushing like a virgin when she choked out, “Stand up. It’s my turn.”
Devon’s blue eyes flared bright with laughter and desire, and Lilah found she didn’t mind the former so long as she had the latter.
“Sweet Lilah Jane. As always, I’m yours to command. Where do you want me?”
“Bed,” she said. Short, decisive words were better, she decided. Less likely to show the quaver in her voice.
“Naked or clothed?” he asked. He might’ve been inquiring whether she preferred coffee or tea.
“Naked,” Lilah commanded, standing up straighter and narrowing her eyes. It was unacceptable that he could sound so calm and unconcerned.
Without taking her eyes off Devon as he backed toward the bed, Lilah let her hands drift to the front of her khakis. He’d managed to undo the top button, so she applied herself to the zipper. The sound it made as it pulled apart was loud in the silence of the apartment.
Devon was by the bed now, but he made no move to lie down. The laughter had faded from his face and now only the desire was left. Lilah watched in satisfaction as that desire turned darker, wilder, with every slow inch of skin revealed by the droop of her open pants. Hooking her thumbs in her white cotton panties, Lilah sucked in a deep breath and pushed them down along with the pants, kicking both