“You see anyone else ready to go?” When he doesn’t move, I force out a laugh. Acting every inch the part of the wild nineteen-year-old I used to be. “Thought not, old man. Let me up or get out of the way for the next guy.”
His hand tenses on my chest. “Don’t move.”
I hold perfectly still as he moves back to the counter and then returns with the items I brought in. Devan considers me for a moment. “Salt. Shot. Lime.”
“Well, yes, but—”
He presses the slice of lime to my lips, silencing me. Oh, god, why is that so satisfying? I give him wide eyes as I’m actually confused about what’s happening. About his intentions. He methodically pours the tiny bottle of tequila into a clear glass. It’s not a shot glass, but it will do.
Then he traces his fingers down the string of my swimsuit to the top of the tiny triangle. “Have to do this properly,” he murmurs. Before I can dredge up some kind of response, he tugs my top to the side, baring one breast.
I squeak a little, and Devan bends down to suck my nipple into his mouth. He takes his time, his tongue playing along my skin and over my nipple until it’s a beaded peak. Until I’m making little whimpering noises despite my determination to stay silent. Only then does he move back and shake some salt onto the damp area. I’m already breathing so hard, my breasts shake with each exhale, but Devan ignores it. He dips down again and this time, he moves faster. He sucks on my nipple hard enough to make me moan and then his mouth is gone.
Dazed, I watch him down the shot and then he hooks the back of my neck and tows me up to a sitting position. My head spins, and then it spins worse because Devan McGuire is taking a lime out of my mouth. It’s not a kiss. It’s nowhere near a kiss. That doesn’t stop me from digging my hands into the front of his shirt and trying to pull him back to me.
He, of course, doesn’t budge. He just looks at me like he’s disappointed in me. “So fucking easy to seduce.”
The words sting, but somehow the sting makes me even wetter. “No, I’m not.” I don’t know why I’m protesting. I want to be seduced by this man. No, that’s not right. I want to be destroyed by this man.
“All it takes is some young cocky thing sucking on your nipple and you’re panting for it.” He slowly plants his hands on either side of my hips, moving forward until I’m forced to spread my legs to allow him. “I bet you’d fuck him right here on the bar, wouldn’t you?”
“Not him.”
He tugs on the strings of my bikini bottoms. Not enough to undo them. Just enough to tempt me. “Don’t act like I’m something special. You didn’t expect me to show up here tonight. You’re going to let one of those boys have his mouth all over you.” He leans even closer. “I bet you’d let him take you to that corner booth and fuck him right here.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” I push at his chest, the protest only half feigned. “Give me a little fucking credit. I’m a virgin.”
Devan freezes and his eyes go wide. “What did you just say? You’re a virgin? How?”
Oh for fuck’s sake. He thinks I mean now? I brace myself on one hand and lean back, trailing the other hand down my body to brush between my thighs. “Yes, Devan. This nineteen-year-old pussy has never been touched. So no, I won’t be fucking just anyone here tonight, so you can mosey on along and let me have my fun.”
It takes him a minute to respond. When he does, the shock is gone from his voice. “No, birthday girl. I’m not leaving this virgin pussy here alone. Come on.” He moves before I have a chance to respond. Just like that night, he tosses me over his shoulder. Unlike that night, his hand is very high up my thigh right now, nearly brushing the lower curve of my ass.
When he drops me down on the couch and sinks down next to me, I shoot up, only for him to hook my waist and pull me back down onto one broad thigh. “We’re going to have a conversation, Hazel.”
“Great. Fun. Perfect.” I struggle a little just to feel the strength of his arm banded across my waist. It makes my swimsuit slide dangerously close to exposing me, so I keep doing it, a slow fight that Devan indulges. Within seconds, my top is askew and my bottoms are loosened on one side, though I’d swear his hand never went anywhere near the ties.
He grips my throat, stilling me. “Look at you. You say you’re a virgin, but you’re flashing your tits and pussy at anyone who cares to look.” His big hand descends to cup me between my thighs. It’s a possessive touch and I’m thrilled by it. I’m thrilled even more by his words. “At least cover yourself up before someone takes it as an invitation.”
“Someone like you?”
He curses against my temple. “No, Hazel. Not like me. I’m just here to protect you.” His fingers flex against my pussy in what seems to be an almost involuntary movement. “It’d be a lot easier to do if you were a good girl.”
“What do you mean?” My voice has gone breathy and I’ve stopped fighting. I carefully grip his big bicep and shift, rubbing my pussy against his fingers. “I’m a virgin. How much more of a good girl can you get?”
“You expect me to believe that when you’re rubbing yourself all over me right now?”
“It’s not my fault.” I don’t stop, though. I just swirl my hips a little, trying to get him to make contact with my clit. “It feels too good to stop.”
“I damn well should stop.” He sounds absolutely tormented.
