She gave me a cocky smirk. “I know.” Then she kissed me again, her hands running under my shirt and up over my abs. She moaned as she traced the hard lines of my abdominals, and I hissed as she scraped a nail over my nipple.

Fuck. How long had it been since I’d gotten laid? I felt like I was one nipple tweak and a slow grind away from coming in my pants like a teenager. That just wouldn’t do. Wrenching my shirt off, I took a moment to be smug about the way her pupils dilated as she took in my body. Made all the hours I spent in the home gym worth it.

I pushed her sundress down her shoulders until it fell off her arms, pooling around her waist. Leaning forward, I kissed my way down that creamy soft skin to the top swell of her breasts. God, they were perfect. Moving my arms around her back, I unclipped her bra, and she tugged it off. I sucked in a breath as her breasts spilled out into my hands.

Jesus fucking Christ. I couldn’t wait.

I moved my mouth down so I could take one of those dusky pink nipples between my lips, and she curled against my cock with a moan so loud, I wondered if the neighbors heard.

I needed to take back control, because I was wildly close to losing it altogether. Banding one arm around her spine, I turned us until she was beneath me on the couch, her pretty eyes wide.

“Devan,” she breathed, and I was lost.

Chapter Twenty-Five

NOVA

It had taken every ounce of courage I had to walk down those stairs looking like I wanted to be fucked. Which I did. I just didn’t think I’d have the ladyballs to do it. I figured a few buttons I could write off as an accident if he just turned away. Anyone with boobs will know that buttons come undone all the time. No biggie, right?

Devan had looked at me like he was stripping me bare on the spot. When he kissed me, pleasure tingled along my veins like electricity. When he took my nipple in his mouth, I was pretty sure I was going to black out from pleasure.

But now, with his big body pressed along mine, his teeth on my shoulder and his gentle thrusts at my core, I was going to go insane before I passed out.

I rolled up against him, our bodies still separated by way too much fabric. “Please,” I gasped as I ground my clit against him. I arched my back until my breasts scraped against the light dusting of hair on his chest.