Their eyes locked.
“Yes,” she said as she focused on his lips. “I’m sure.”
A shaft of something way too complicated went through the center of his chest. Fortunately, she cut that shit off by pressing a proper kiss on him—like she was sealing the deal.
Righto. Houston, we have contact.
When he got to the bed, he laid her out, and didn’t take it slow. He stretched his body over hers, yet kept his torso up off of her breasts, his hips off her pelvis, and his legs not touching hers.
She knew what he was looking for, and answered his plank by splitting her thighs and making plenty of room for him.
Inch by inch, he lowered himself down starting with his chest, and underneath him, she arched to greet him, her hands finding the small of his back and riding up the muscles that fanned out from his spine. She hissed when his erection finally pressed into exactly where he wanted to penetrate, and he could have sworn he could feel her heat.
Oh, and yeah, her breasts were nice and high against his pecs, and her chin rose so her mouth was on offer.
Tilting his head, he hovered just above her lips. “You can still go,” he growled. “Now.”
By way of reply, she lifted her head so there was just a hair’s width between their mouths. “If you keep saying that, I’m going to think you don’t want me to stay—”
He cut that shit off by rolling his pelvis, the hard, hard length of him pushing against her core, stroking her sex through her jeans. As she gasped, he closed the distance, sealing his mouth to hers, and when she moaned, he swallowed the desperate sound. The more he kissed her, entering her with his tongue, he could feel her loosen up and go with it, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him to keep it up, go even harder.
Take all of her.
Everything about her was so vivid that he had to close his eyes, as if to cut the glare. Bad idea. Not seeing the corner of the pillow she was on or the blank wall behind the cheap headboard or anything about where he was in familiar surroundings… meant his only grounding in the void was her.
Shit got way too intense, way too fast. From those soft lips to the way her body fit against him to how his blood started to pound…
Dev pulled back sharply and popped his lids wide.
This was just supposed to be fucking, he told himself. This was biology, not romance, for fuck’s sake—
Her mismatched, luminous, punch-in-the-gut eyes opened. And the worry that came over her face was accompanied by her loosening the grip she’d taken on the hair at his nape.
“Is something wrong?” she whispered.
Shaking his head, he intended to lie to her. Tell her that he was a good guy just making super sure she was cool with them banging. Maybe murmur some bullshit that she was just so beautiful, and a great kisser, and yada, yada, yada—which was all true, but not what he was thinking about.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he said grimly.
Her eyes searched his face. “The same is true on my side.”
“I know.” Then he added, “We’re strangers.”
And see?he told his conscience. Tit for tat with the withholding, s’all good. The seesaw of secrets was even, so he needed to stop being a little bitch.
“Let’s just be here,” he said roughly. “And then we go our separate ways.”
She stroked his face, her fingertips lingering on his jaw. “Yes, that’s all we need to do.”
He told himself to be relieved as he lowered his mouth once again, but somehow, that shit didn’t really stick—
A cell phone ringing was like a bomb going off, both of them jerking their heads to the dresser where he’d put her parka and scarf.
Who is calling her, he wondered.
He probably should thank them.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
