Page 58 of Harmless Secrets
She nodded and said nothing else. He wanted to demand to know what she was thinking. The truth was that the only person he knew more guarded than Ali was himself. He rarely let people into his inner circle easily. Hell, right now only a handful of people knew where he lived most of the time. And that would be cut in half if he didn’t have contact with Dee.
“You think too much.”
He turned to her. “Have you heard of the saying of the pot calling the kettle black?”
She chuckled. “Touché.”
Then nothing.
It was an awkward silence. At least for him. He had so many questions he didn’t even know where to start. He needed those answers to be happy, but there was something holding him back. Maybe he was a little too afraid of what she would say.
He needed answers. No, he needed to touch. The last few days had been stressful to say the least, but this had nothing to do with blowing off steam. From the moment he’d met her, Ali had gotten under his skin. He studied her. She was almost five years older, but it hardly showed. He liked the darker hair. It brought out those amazing eyes of hers. Her skin was just as luminous as before and—he sniffed—she smelled the same.
“Did you just smell me?”
He realized he had done just that and quite loudly. He could come up with something smart to say…if there was any blood left in his brain. It was rushing toward his groin. His cock strained against the zipper of his shorts.
She was smiling at him and he knew she had him. Right then, he would give everything he owned to touch her.
“Yes. I used to wake up in the middle of the night thinking I could smell you there.”
She stopped smiling. The air between them seemed to grow hotter and thicker. Her tongue darted out over her fuller, bottom lip. Her eyes darkened, dilated.
His cock hardened, pushing hard again. As his body heated, his heart doubled in speed.
“It wasn’t as bad as the memory of tasting you. Do you know what makes me think of slipping my tongue into your hot, wet pussy?”
Ali shook her head slowly.
“Nothing. The truth is, nothing compares to it. I’ve been to some of the most celebrated bakeries in France…in the world. Nothing tasted so fucking good.”
He closed his eyes and hummed. He hadn’t been lying. He could taste her there, still. The flavor of her arousal danced over his taste buds even today.
When he opened his eyes, she was still staring at him. The pulse in her neck was erratic and fast.
“It is like pure sin wrapped in sugar.”
She sucked in a breath and her face flushed. He knew just how sensual she was, but the fact that she blushed because of his description was an aphrodisiac. It pushed him to tease her more.
“Are your nipples hard, Ali?”
Devon didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. As he did, he grazed the tip of one of her nipples with the backs of his fingers. Ali shivered and opened her mouth.
Now, he wanted her. He rose and pulled her to her feet, taking her empty glass and set it on the counter. She stopped him and he wanted to growl.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Maybe?” he asked, pulled her closer and kissing her again. She opened her mouth immediately, her tongue tangling with his.
“Yes. Things go wrong when we get together,” she said against his mouth.
“Oh, no. Things go very, very right.”
She moaned as he sucked on her tongue.
“Devon.”
He pressed his groin against her. He was hard and getting harder by the moment. He wanted her…no needed her. It was just like that night years earlier. Something hot and dark moved through him, urging him to take her right there.