Page 54 of Hope and Country

This woman had a grip on me like no other. She called to my soul, and my control squashed whenever she neared me.

All my cells responded only to her. She had that kind of magnetism I couldn’t resist and didn’t want to. And wasn’t immune to.

She rose to her knees and inched closer, grabbing my hands in hers.

“Riley, I’m not sure I can hold myself back anymore.”

Why was my name so damn sexy coming from her mouth? I blinked, unsure if I heard her right. Devon pursed her lips, her eyes, darker than usual, trained on mine.

All my self-control vanished. In a fiery blink.

I tugged at the towel around her, unwrapping her like a present, exposing every inch of her fair skin.

My mouth watered.

My cock thickened.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

One hand cradled the back of her head, tangling in her hair, while the other rested on her hipbone as I kneeled before her. My gaze lowered to her pulse point in her neck, the part of her that had entranced me the night we first met.

Her soft skin melted against mine, her heat washing through me, setting my cells on fire.

Leaning forward, I reveled in the scent of her skin, goosebumps blossoming all along my spine, when my tongue trailed the length of her neck. I groaned my pleasure, the vampiric side of me satisfied. A low whimper left her parted lips, and my body pulsated.

How could Devon taste as good as she looked?

She hummed underneath me as I lay her on her back, one hand fused to a perky breast.

The pads of my thumbs circled her erect rosy nipples, and she yelped.

Fuck, I could come undone at the sound only.

Her hips bucked off the mattress, and I was a gone man.

Sliding my T-shirt over my head, I sucked in a jagged breath, trying to relax, and lengthen the state of rapture I was free falling into, wishing it would never end.

Devon’s hands pushed my sweatpants down and freed my aching cock.

A naughty smile lit her face.

“You’re all thick and ready. I like it.”

“God, I’ve waited a year to do this—"

Devon writhed as I kissed the crook of her neck and the valley between her breasts. Her hand curled around me, the smoothness of her skin contrasting with the steel of mine, playing with the flimsy strings of my composure. With a delicate but firm grip, she pumped me, and it shattered the very last pieces of my restraint. I barked out some sort of guttural growl, the sounds of our pants mixing together. Fuck, we’d just started, and already I was a bomb about to explode.

I shut my eyes for a second, trying to regain control over my body.

Not ready to surrender myself to her touch just yet, I extended my arm to grab a condom from the nightstand. Devon stole the foil packet from my fingers.

“Let me do it. I’m dying to feel you inside me.”

My breath hitched, mimicking hers, as I watched her suit up my cock. She eye-fucked it as if it were an all-you-can-eat buffet and she had a front seat ticket. I leaned closer and pushed her hair behind her shoulders before fisting a handful and pushing her toward me. My mouth feasted on hers. My arousal reached new heights. My dick twitched, impatient to finally make this girl his. To make her mine. Devon’s whimpers and my growls played a symphony.

With the tip of my length, I teased her soaked center, and under the pads of my fingers, shivers ran up and down her back.

Devon pushed her chest forward, and I sucked on a nipple, enjoying the way she arched her back and tilted her head, offering her neck to my greedy mouth.