Page 84 of Keeping a Warrior

The condoms were at the end of the bed by his feet, so Devon mouthed her way down his body, taking her time, at last pressing his knees wide apart. She nibbled the length of one inner thigh, then the other, until his back was arched off the mattress, abs tight.

“You like that?”

“Fuck, yes. You want me to beg?” he gasped. “Because I’m so about to.”

Snagging a packet and ripping it open, Devon nuzzled his balls with her lips, reveling in his sharp intake of breath. She dragged her tongue up his shaft and flicked it teasingly along and around the swollen tip.

“Devon!”

Finally taking pity on him, she engulfed him in her mouth and sucked, letting the saliva drip down to ease the way for her stroking hand. She worked him hard, until his legs were shaking and his hips were moving, and then she eased off to nuzzle his belly and roll on the condom.

Rhys was propped up on his elbows, eyes wild, face flushed, watching. She crawled her way back up his body and kissed him, groaning when he devoured her lips with unabashed eagerness.

“Can you taste yourself on me?” she murmured. “That’s so sexy.”

She poised over him, teasing her clit with the head of his cock and rubbing herself along the shaft. His hands rested lightly on her waist, flexing but not gripping, and when she took him inside, he reached up over his head to dig his fingers into the pillow.

Gritting his teeth, Rhys seemed determined to stay still and let her set the pace, but she leaned down and put her lips to his ear. “Fuck me.”

The words galvanized him into action. With a grunt, he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, planted his feet on the bed, and thrust up into her. Hard. Over and over, until she was writhing on top of him, stuffed so full of him she was about to lose her mind.

“Tell me how—” He groaned when she bore down. “Tell me how to make you come.”

That pesky tenderness sprouted to life again. Putting her heart, as well as her pleasure, into his hands would be so easy...

Without a word, she brushed her nipple against his lips, and he opened to take it in.

His grunts of enjoyment while he suckled her, the feel of him stretching her wide, the tugging of his lips and teeth soon overwhelmed Devon, and she convulsed around him with a cry. Rhys’s orgasm followed right behind. She collapsed on top of him, loving how he wrapped her up in his arms and held her close.

“Devon,” he murmured. “Beautiful, amazing Devon.”

Burying her face in his neck, she breathed him in, storing up the memories for when she’d eventually have to let him go.

Because this was only temporary.

Don’t forget that.

Chapter Fifteen

“Doc? Doc? You’d better get out here.”

Rhys struggled up from a deep sleep, completely disoriented. It was very early morning, the sun just peeking through the cracks in the walls, and there was a warm weight lying against him.

“Gotta get up, Lee-Lee,” he murmured, full awareness returning the moment the words left his mouth. He froze.

“Hmm?” Devon peered up at him quizzically, her hair tousled about her face, a sweaty red mark on her cheek where it’d been pressed to his shoulder.

Oh, my God.

Rhys was searching frantically for some words—any words—when Devon quirked her lips. “It’s okay,” she said, stretching. “You said the right name when you came, so...”

He could feel himself turn a fiery red. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I—”

“I’d guess habit.” Devon shrugged. “How many other women have you woken up with in the morning?”

Rhys didn’t want to think about Lani, not when Devon was now sitting up, the sheet pooled around her waist. Her breasts were deliciously bare, nipples pebbled from the early morning chill.

“Devon, I’m so—”