“They aren’t mine,” Devyn said pushing past him, making a beeline for the couch in the other room. Chad followed behind her, taking large gulps of the whiskey.
Devyn fell onto the couch with a plop and Chad repeated her motion. He twisted, turning to face her on the small loveseat. Devyn was pretty sure if she wanted and he wasn’t such an asshole half the time, she could get lost in his brown eyes. He cocked his head to the side.
“This is your house, so how are these not your decorations?”
“Because my sister lives here too.” Devyn fiddled with the remote beside her.
“I didn’t know you had a sister.”
“You never asked.” Devyn rolled her eyes.
“How was I supposed to know to ask if you had a sister?”
Devyn rolled her eyes and turned on the TV. She turned toward him. “If you want to date me so bad then you should be trying to get to know me.”
“I’m sorry, every time we’ve been together I’ve been focused on other things.”
His bluntness made her blush and sent her body into a frenzy she didn’t think she could handle again. She had already taken as much as she could with him earlier. She wasn’t sure she could stop herself if things got heated between them again. She wanted to press him and get under his skin, but she didn’t think she was ready for the consequences if she did.
“Focused on what exactly?” Her words were barely audible.
Chad threw the remainder of his drink down his throat and sat the glass on the coffee table in front of them.
“I’d rather show you,” his rugged voice growled in her ear.
His hand tangled in her hair pulling her rosy lips to his. Chad pulled her onto him, forcing her to straddle his lap.
Devyn’s breath hitched in her throat. She didn’t have a moment to register what was happening before Chad pulled her face to his. His lips parted hers with ease, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth. Devyn melted into his body, kissing him fully, gripping fistful of his shirt. Her hands trailed over the material that hid away the ripped body beneath her. She twisted the buttons on his shirt, exposing a small patch of hair on his chest. Her fingers brushed over the skin.
“You’re going to be the death of me Mr. Weeks,” she muttered into his mouth.
Chad smiled against her mouth, wrapping his hands in her hair.
He pulled her head back to expose the sweet skin of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses on his way down.
Shivers went Devyn’s spine as she began to undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing his toned, muscular chest. Pulling away, Devyn allowed her eyes to take in the sight of his sculpted chest. She felt the pressure of his erection beneath her, pressing between her thighs. She ached to feel him in every way possible. She tightened her legs around him, pressing her center harder against him.
Chad pulled her back to his lips. His kiss crushed hers and their teeth clashed together. The warmth in her belly returned and she ached to feel him pressed against her. He untangled his hand from her hair, wrapping both of his arms around the small of her back. Chad picked her up, throwing her onto the small leather couch they had been sitting on. His body crashed onto her, crushing her with his warmth. A small moan escaped Devyn’s lips and Chad grabbed her hips, his body suffocating her beneath him. She mimicked his actions, tangling her hands in his hair before pushing her tongue into his mouth to part his soft lips.
Chad trailed his hands down her hips, stopping to rest his fingertips at the hem of her dress. She wrapped her legs around his waist, but he shifted, pulling away from her. He moved above her looking down at her small frame. Devyn tried to read his expression, but the look in his eyes was twisted, confused. He pulled back away from the opening in her dress, his fingers reconnecting the buttons on his shirt.
Devyn sat up, wrapping her arms around her body.
“I—,”
Chad held up a hand shaking his head. He couldn’t look at her. Devyn fought the tears pushing to the surface of her eyes. She didn’t understand what had happened to make him pull away from her and refuse to look in her direction.
“I thought you wanted this.”
Chad turned to look at her. He only briefly made eye contact before staring at the couch beneath them.
“Oh I do,” Chad’s voice was ragged. His breaths came out hard between each word, “But not like this. I want whatever this is between us to be real.”
11
Chad was totally screwed and he knew it.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” he muttered to himself, staring at his reflection in Devyn’s half bath. Feeling Devyn’s body curl around him was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced. He wanted her. He needed her body wrapped around his, but he needed her more than he needed a quick fuck she would regret later. The hairs on his arms stood on end. The bathroom was colder than it had been outside. His socks weren’t thick enough to shield him from the cold tiles on the floor.
He couldn’t get Devyn out of his mind, even for a second. She was more than just a quick fuck but that was all he had wanted before he finally let himself break character kiss her for the first time. All he had thought about since he watched her walk into the office was how much he wanted to sink his teeth into her.
Six months ago he would have killed for the opportunity she just gave him, but now... everything was
