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He pulled back then lifted her up on the counter.
“Devon?”
He ignored her. Instead, he pulled her panties off and leaned down. The scent of her arousal filled his senses. He placed a hand on each of her thighs and pushed them apart. The moment he set his mouth against her pussy, he was in heaven. Hot, intoxicating and amazingly like the night so many years earlier, he found himself lost in her. Her exotic taste danced over his taste buds as he slipped his tongue up and over her clit. Without warning she screamed his name, bucking against his mouth. He lapped at her juices, enjoying the way she pressed her hands against the back of his head. She leaned back, widened her legs and rode herself against his mouth to another orgasm.
He pulled back, stood and cursed. Then he spotted his wallet on the counter behind her. He fumbled with it, dropping it twice before he finally got the condom out. She was clawing at his pants, undoing them for him. He thanked the gods that he decided to go commando.
Ali tried to rush him by trying to grab the condom out of his hands. He batted them way and she growled. He slipped it down his cock, but she was attempting to help him. Her small touches almost had him coming right there. Devon slapped at her hands.
“Oy.”
He looked up at her and laughed at the irritated expression on her face. That, along with the British slang, was so uncharacteristic he couldn’t help but laugh more.
“I’m glad I amuse you,” she said, annoyance threading her voice even as arousal deepened it.
“Oh, it’s more than that, Ali. You make me so fucking happy.”
The disgruntled expression dissolved into something more vulnerable. It wrapped around his heart and squeezed so fucking hard he almost passed out. That tough layer she presented to the world was peeling back, bit by bit. It was at that moment, he remembered why he fell for her. Remembered the way she had looked at him that night. It made him feel invincible…and it had made him think he had found the one woman who would understand him. In this one instant, he knew this was Ali, bare and undecorated with the years of training. Nothing artificial, nothing to hide her true feelings. This was the woman he wanted, the woman he would kill for.
Before she could collect herself and draw back, he leaned forward to brush his mouth over hers.
He pulled her hips closer so she sat on the edge of the counter. He gyrated his hips, rubbing his penis along her dripping slit. Devon teased them both, allowing the head of his cock to brush up against her clitoris once or twice. She shifted, trying to change position to get him to penetrate her, but he placed a hand on her stomach.
Then, when neither of them could take it anymore, he drew back and entered her in one hard, quick thrust. He stayed there, not moving for a long minute or two. Wet warmth wrapped around his cock. He shuddered as everything came back to him just like before. He’d had good sex, but with Ali, it was hard to explain. Something was different…something made him feel as if he belong.
Slowly he pulled almost all the way out of her, then slid back in again. Damn. He didn’t increase his pace. He wanted her with him. He wanted all her inner muscles moving over his cock as she came.
Each time he thrust into her, he sunk deeper…then deeper. She matched him in rhythm, raising her hips off the counter. Her moans rose in volume as both of them drew closer and closer to completion.
When he thought he couldn’t hold back any longer, he took her mouth in a hot, wet, long kiss. Then, with his lips still on hers, he said, “Come with me, Ali.”
He thrust once more and surrendered. She was there with him, chanting his name over and over as they both gave into pleasure.
Long moments later, Ali became aware of her surroundings. She shifted. She was laying on something very hard and cold. She opened her eyes.
Good God, she made love on the kitchen island. She wasn’t inhibited, but…she still had her sundress on and Devon was still dressed. She was lying on top of the counter as Devon lay on top of her. He was still standing, but he was snuggled up to her chest.
“Devon.”
“Hmm?” He didn’t say anything else, but he did nibble on her neck. The small action had her head spinning. What the bloody hell was the man doing to her?”
“We’re on the kitchen island.”
He nibbled his way up to her earlobe. “Yeah we are.”
“And the doors are open and we’re unprotected.”
It took him a second. He gave her lobe one last nip then straightened away. When he looked down at her, he was smiling. But after a few seconds, his smile faded.
“What?”
He shook his head. “I like you like this.”
“Ravished on your kitchen island?”
“I like you here. I like you with me. Better, I like myself when I’m with you.”
She found it hard to breathe. She had never had a man talk to her like that before. On the job, her assignments tried everything to seduce, capture her. Most of the men she’d come in contact with had been accustomed to big gestures. Simple words…honest words. Those were rare, but Devon had no problem with that.
