“Didn’t think you were the sentimental type, JB,” Devin croons. He cups my face in a gentle caress. He strokes a featherlight touch along my cheek with his thumb.

“I’m full of surprises, Big Man.”

He tilts his head and searches my features for something. I have no idea what, but he seems to find it. His full lips turn up into a small smile and his studious gaze turns adoring.

“You sure are.” He leans down and his mouth finds mine, devouring me with gentle but steadfast kisses. He smooths his hands over my body in reverent, worshiping touches.

I moan his name again and he rewards me with a deep groan. He drops his firm hands to my thighs and lifts me up. He wraps my legs around his trim waist and carries me back to the bed. This time he lays me down gently, not letting me go. He climbs on top, settling between my legs.

He kisses a wet trail down my neck, stalling at my chest. He slides my bra straps off my shoulders with his nimble fingers and I reach behind me to unhook it. He peels it off me, letting the delicate lace drag across my sensitive nipples. I squirm under him at the teasing sensation. He claims one nipple with his hot mouth and the other with his cool hand. Devin Bennett is hot and cold, a beautiful contradiction.

Without releasing my breasts, he slides his other hand between us and finishes unbuttoning my jeans. He eases them down my thighs, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties. He moves down my body, kissing and sucking along the way. Reaching my stomach, he dips his tongue into me, swirling it around the thick bar of my belly button piercing. Holy shit. Who knew my stomach was directly connected to my vagina? He flicks his tongue over the steel, tickling the hypersensitive skin around the piercing, and my clit pulses with need.

“Lower,” I plead. He obliges.

He hooks the side of my lace panties, slides them gingerly down my thighs and tucks them into his pocket. He rises to his knees, taking in my naked body. I drag a hand over my pert nipple and revel in the desire burning in those coal-black eyes.

“Exquisite,” he moans.

I lean forward and tug open his pants. He doesn’t move. I slide my hand into them, realizing he’s not wearing boxers at the feel of his hot, hard length filling my palm. My eyes flutter shut and I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down when he gets harder in my grip.

On a pained exhale he calls out, “Jessie.”

I love the sound of my name on his lips, raspy and pleading. I open my eyes to see his head drop back with pleasure, mouth agape and fists balling at his side. He’s hard as stone, but the big man is putty in my hands.