Page 81 of Wild Devotion
She cried out, her pussy pulsing around me, and I lost it.
We came together. Hard.
I moved back over her, bracing my weight on my forearms. For a long time, neither of us moved. I stayed inside her, the aftershocks of her orgasm fluttering around me, our chests rising and falling together.
Her lips landed on my shoulder and she murmured, “You lied.”
“About what?”
“You said you’d never done this. But that was not a first-time performance.”
I laughed. “I’ve done a hell of a lot of imagining.”
“You must have a vivid imagination.”
She had no idea.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Zadie
The first thing I registered was warmth. The solid, heavy press of a body curved around mine, an arm draped over my waist, fingers splayed across my stomach. And a masculine, woodsy scent I’d come to recognize as his.
The second thing was the soreness. A deep, satisfying ache between my thighs that reminded me of all the delicious things we’d done in this bed.
The third thing was panic.
I slept with Caleb.
God, I didn’t just sleep with him. I took his virginity. The most earnest man alive had given away the one thing he could never take back. To me. A pregnant twenty-eight-year-old with a loser ex-boyfriend who still hadn’t texted me back and a life plan that was written on Post-It Notes. All of it held together by stubbornness and the refusal to go broke.
What the fuck had I done?
His slow and even breathing against the back of my neck let me know he was still asleep. I could slip out. Go to my room, close the door, and fall apart in private. Protect us both from any more of my mistakes.
His arm tightened around me. “Stay,” he mumbled against my neck.
I let out a breath and shifted, turning in his arms so I could face him.
Early morning light filtered in through the curtain, catching the sharp line of his jaw, the soft curve of his lips. A dark wave of hair had fallen across his forehead. The tattoo on his chest rose and fell with each breath.
God, he was beautiful.
This man had chased me for months. Kept showing up when I needed him, even though I’d pushed him away over and over. Looked me in the eye when he told me he’d been saving himself for the right person. For me.
He didn’t need me to protect him from this. He’d chosen it.
The least I could do was stop punishing him for that. Stop punishing both of us.
I traced the line of his jaw with my finger. He stirred, his brow creasing as his gorgeous blue eyes opened.
A slow smile spread across his face. “You’re still here.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” And I meant it.
How could I leave him when every word out of his mouth made me fall just a little harder? When every shift of his body made mine feel whole?
His hand slid to my hip, pulling me flush against him, and his thick, hard cock against my thigh sent a pulse of heat straight to my core.
