Heart of a Devil

by Morgan James

  My words were immediately cut off, replaced by a gasp of surprise as his heavy palm curled around the back of my neck. My hands flew up, bracing against his firm chest as he tugged me close. Those crystalline eyes bored into mine before dropping to my lips. I was helpless against him as his mouth covered mine, his lips firm yet soft, tender yet demanding, as he kissed me. My eyes fluttered closed, and I curled my fingers into the fabric of his T-shirt. I felt off-balance, as if I might float away at any second, and I swayed slightly against him. His lips moved on mine, increasing the pressure and urging me to open for him.

  The hand on the back of my neck slid upward, tangling in the strands of my hair and tipping my head to one side. His tongue swept over mine, and he tasted faintly of spearmint, like the gum he was always chewing. He tasted so good, felt so right, both of us perfectly in sync. Things had been tumultuous between us since the beginning, and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He’d closed down after our almost-kiss yesterday, and it suddenly felt as if this was all too good to be true.

  Abruptly, I yanked back and stared up at him. “Is that a pity kiss?”

  One dark eyebrow hiked up. “Didn’t we already establish this?

  I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. I blinked up at him and ran my tongue over my lower lip. “Okay.”

  His hand tightened in my hair, and one muscular forearm looped around my waist, pulling me back to him. “In case you’re wondering,” he said, his lips only millimeters from mine, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Vince

  I sat by the pool, staring up at the stars, thinking about that kiss on the pier. Despite telling myself it was wrong, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Not touching her, not kissing her, was like trying not to breathe. I couldn’t do it. She was passionate and vibrant, more than I ever dreamed of.

  And that kiss... I couldn’t get it off my mind. I’d kissed a lot of women over the course of my life, possibly upward of a hundred. There was an indefinable chemistry in a kiss that felt more intimate than sex. I’d found over the course of my adult life that a kiss determined the path of a relationship. Some of the women I’d dated had never made it past the kissing phase. Other women, some I hadn’t been particularly attracted to physically, their kiss just did it for me. But none of them even held a candle to the way I’d felt with Jana. It was like she’d poured part of herself into me, imprinted herself on my heart, tattooed her touch on my skin.

  I flexed the fingers of my left hand. I could still feel the heat of her flesh against mine where she’d tucked her small fingers into mine on the walk back. The simple silver ring glinted in the moonlight, and I rubbed my fingers over the smooth metal. I felt our time together ticking away, but I wasn’t ready to let her go, damn it. Soon enough, she would go back to the real world, back to her friends and the life of fame she adored. I wasn’t stupid; I knew I didn’t fit into that kind of life. I wasn’t the kind of man she needed. The reality was like a bitch slap to the face. Somewhere along the line, I’d really come to care for her.

  As soon as we got back to the house, we’d gone our separate ways; Jana went inside while I had retreated out here to think. Behind me, I heard the soft scrape of the sliding door open then close again. My ears perked up, and I held my breath as heat flared in my chest. It was as if my thoughts had conjured her, lured her to me. Did she want me as badly as I wanted her? God, I hoped so.

  Silent as a cat, Jana approached. She didn’t say a word as she nudged my legs further apart and settled between my thighs on the chaise lounge. Her bottom pushed back against my dick, and she snuggled in close to me. The sweater she’d worn earlier was gone, and she shivered slightly at the coolness of the evening.

  “Cold?” My voice was low and raspy, full of relief that she’d searched me out.

  Grasping my wrists, she lifted my arms and wrapped them around her. “Not anymore.”

  Tightening my hold, I pulled her even closer, wishing we were skin to skin. We remained that way for several minutes, enjoying the quiet night and the feel of each other.

  I tore my gaze away from the stars dotting the sky to the beautiful woman in front of me. She still wore the red halter dress she’d had on earlier, and I glanced down into the valley of her breasts, put on display by the low cut of the dress. I wanted to trail my fingers down between the plump mounds, cup them, play with the perfect pink peaks I’d salivated over since seeing her in the shower.

  My chin grazed the sleek slope of her shoulder, and I dipped my head, brushing my lips over her skin. Jana tipped her head slightly to the side, giving me carte blanche. Her smell invaded my nostrils, wrapping around me and pulling me under, drawing me further under whatever spell she’d managed to weave over me. I dropped kisses up the base of her neck and bit down lightly, holding her as a shiver racked her body. I pulled her more tightly to me and brushed my nose over the shell of her ear before taking the lobe between my teeth and giving a gentle tug.

  A soft sound escaped her throat, and I reluctantly released her flesh. Jana leaned slightly to one side and turned to me. I met her gaze, darkened in the moonlight. Her blue eyes were liquid fire as she stared up at me, and I couldn’t resist the temptation. Dipping my head, I brushed my mouth over hers. Her lips parted, and I deepened the kiss, possessing her mouth, taking what was mine.

  I sank my hand into her hair and turned her head, angling her to fit me better. My right hand still rested on her stomach, and I could feel her muscles contract as she arched into me. I skimmed upward and pulled the tie of her dress free, allowing the triangular cups to fall open and expose her pretty tits to my view.

  I pulled back to examine her. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

  She gasped as I plucked a pink tip between my fingertips. “Vince!”

  Tightening my hold on her hair, I pulled her back to me and claimed her mouth again. My tongue swept over hers as I played with her breasts, circling one nipple, tweaking the other. Jana writhed against me, and my cock hardened in my jeans.

  Jana’s knees fell open, and the skirt of her dress slipped down to her hips. Coasting downward, I slid my hand between her legs—and froze.

  Grabbing her hair, I pulled away and broke the kiss. “You’re not wearing panties.” It was a statement, but I couldn’t fucking believe it. “Were you bare under your dress all night?”

  She shook her head and licked her lips before giving me a cheeky smile. “Just since we got home.”

  “You were gonna let someone else see you?” She jumped and let out a little squeal as I slapped her pussy. She tried to slam her knees together, but I pried them apart, exposing her to me as I draped them over my thighs so she was spread wide open. I fisted her hair again, angling her face to mine. “Well?”

  “No.” She shook her head as emphatically as she could, hampered by my hold on her hair. “Just you.”

  I knew I had no right to claim her, to touch her, but I couldn’t help myself. It was as if she was made for me. I wanted her, needed her like my next breath of air. I slipped my fingers between her slick folds, loving the way she thrust against my hand. “You’re all mine. No one else sees this part of you but me.”

  “Only you,” she whispered.

  Right answer. She was all mine, every single inch of her. I sank two fingers deep inside her and kissed her hard. My hand left her hair and wandered down to her breast, using my fingertip to trace a circle around the tight peak. I slipped lower, feeling the heavy weight of her as I cupped her in my hand. I’d lied to her before; I loved her tits. She was so incredibly responsive, so open and transparent in her feelings.

  A little moan welled up as I brushed my thumb over her clit, thrusting deep with my fingers. I nipped her lower lip, and she jumped, hips arching into me as I circled the tiny bundle of nerves at her entrance.

  “Oh, God... Vince!”

  Her leg muscles trembled, and I could feel how close she was. Sinking my fingers deep, I pressed my
thumb down on her clit and pinched her nipple. The slight bite of pain pushed her over the edge, and her entire body went rigid as she shattered on a long, quiet cry. I fucked her with my fingers as she rode out the orgasm until her body went limp and she melted into me with a little hum of pleasure.

  I rearranged her in my arms, and she clutched at my neck as I stood and carried her toward the door. Somehow I managed to maneuver us inside and lock up before I carried her through the darkened bungalow to the bedroom. I halted next to the bed, still holding her, dreading letting her go. “Tell me to stop.”

  Her face lifted to mine, open and vulnerable in the moonlight. She shook her head, her words a whisper. “Not now. Not when I finally got you to see me.”

  “I’ve always seen you.” I propped a knee on the bed and lay her back. “God, have I seen you.”

  The vibrant red dress was bunched up at the waist, exposing nearly all of her to my view. Her arms were bent, hands lying on the comforter above her head. The position put her tits on full display, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her. Settling on my knees between her spread thighs, I kneaded the generous mounds and teased the tight pink tips with the pads of my thumbs. She arched into my touch, and her eyes closed, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

  I bent and took one pert tip between my lips, curling my tongue around the pretty pink nipple. With a little mewl, her hands sank into my hair, and her hips bucked upward. My dick ached to be inside her, and I pulled away. “Fuck, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.”

  I slid off the bed and grasped the fabric of her dress. Her hips lifted to aid me, and I yanked it down her thighs, then dropped it to the floor before reaching for her again, desperate to feel her. “I swear I can’t wait one more second.”

  “Me, either.” She struggled to sit up, then her hands were on me, pulling at my shirt. I ducked my head, allowing her to pull it over and toss it to the floor.

  I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and extracted a single condom. “I’ve only got one, so we’d better make it last.”

  She shook her head and yanked open the drawer of the nightstand. “I’ve got us covered.”

  My eyes darted uncomprehendingly to the brand-new, unopened box of condoms. I knew they hadn’t been in there the first day when I’d searched everything. All of a sudden, I remembered her strange interaction with the delivery boy who’d brought our groceries. My gaze slid back to hers. “You ordered those.”

  I didn’t know if it was an accusation or a compliment, but she nodded, her tongue swiping over her lower lip.

  I crawled over her, forcing her to her back. “You planned this?”

  She jumped a little as I lightly smacked the undercurve of her ass. “Hey, a girl can hope.”

  Her words were breathless, but they rang with total honesty. I dipped my head and kissed her hard. She clutched desperately at my head, and our mouths and tongues tangled until we were both panting for breath, hearts racing.

  I broke the kiss and met her pretty blue gaze. “I hope you’re ready for what you’ve started, ‘cuz you’re mine now.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Jana

  His words sent a shiver down my spine. God, yes, was I ready. I sucked in a breath as his hands coasted down my inner thighs and his fingers swept through my slick folds. My back bowed, thrusting closer, offering myself to him. Heat licked over my skin, and I swore I was going to burst into flame if he made me wait one more second.

  Fingers swirling around the little bundle of nerves, he leaned forward and captured my mouth with his. This kiss was hard, borderline brutal as he nipped at my lips, then down my jaw. His teeth sank into my neck, and goosebumps raced over my skin as I arched at the sensation and let out a soft cry.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” I managed to pant out. Yes to anything—yes to everything. I reached for him, looping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to me. “Don’t stop,” I begged.

  His chuckle stirred the air near my ear. “Oh, honey, I’m just gettin’ started.”

  It wasn’t fair that I was completely naked and he was still mostly clothed. I reached between us and fumbled with the opening of his jeans. My arms weren’t quite long enough, and I let out a frustrated growl when the button refused to come free.

  Vince brushed my hands away and took over, popping the fastener from its hole and shoving the material down his legs. My eyes widened when I realized he’d gone commando, too. I lifted a brow. “And you gave me shit for not wearing underwear.”

  His grin was blindingly white and feral-looking in the semi-darkness. “I told you, trouble.” He slid his thumb through my folds again as he spoke. “This is for my eyes only.”

  “I—” My words were stolen on a gasp as he sank two fingers deep inside me.

  He fisted his shaft in his free hand, running it slowly up and down as he watched me, his fingers still moving in and out to the slow, methodical rhythm he was using on himself. It was erotic to watch, and liquid fire pooled in my core at the sight.

  “Vince, please...” I sank my teeth into my lower lip and grabbed the comforter as he circled my clit before pulling his fingers free. Snatching up the condom, he tore the wrapper and rolled it over the swollen head of his erection.

  The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he climbed up between my legs, and I was already grabbing for him as he braced his hands on either side of my shoulders. A soft chuckle left his throat as he closed the distance between us. “You are the least patient person I know.”

  “Can’t be patient with you,” I complained. I didn’t care that I was baring myself to him. I was too eager for everything he offered to worry about guarding my heart against him. “I need you.”

  “I know, baby.” He lowered himself until his chest brushed mine, the dark hair there tickling my skin and making my nipples stand up eagerly. “I know exactly how you feel.”

  Maneuvering one hand between us, he lined the head of his shaft up with my entrance. His lips found mine just as he thrust hard, sinking into me with one hard stroke. He filled every inch of me, stretching my sensitive walls. I bit back a cry as pleasure like I’d never known washed over me.

  He retreated, and my body clenched around him, trying to hold him close as he pulled out to the tip then slammed back in. I clutched at his shoulders, curling into him as sparks of electricity shot through my body. His tongue swept over mine, and he kissed me breathless until I thought I was going to pass out from ecstasy and lack of oxygen.

  I ripped my mouth away from his and dragged in air as he continued to piston in and out, his cock hitting my G-spot with every deep stroke. Winding my legs around his waist, I locked my feet together at the base of his spine and moved with him, matching him thrust for thrust. Molten fire flowed through my veins as he moved, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  I nearly cried when he changed tempo, throwing me off balance. A tiny whimper escaped, and he smirked down at me. “I’ll take care of you, pretty girl. You close?”

  “God, yes.” I dug my nails into his shoulders.

  With a chuckle, Vince lifted my left leg and kissed my ankle bone, then draped it over his shoulder so I was completely open to him. “Do those threats work for everyone else?”

  “Usually.” I licked my lips as he moved in and out with torturously slow, shallow thrusts. “Vince, I swear to God...”

  My next words disappeared on a gasp as he slammed into me. My body jolted under the force of it, and he pulled out, only to ram into me again. I threw one hand over my mouth and bit the fleshy part of my palm to keep the scream welling up my throat from escaping.

  Vince grabbed my hand and pinned it to the bed over my head. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?” He dragged cock out, then shoved back in forcefully, splintering my attention.

  I arched, my head digging into the mattress as tiny tremors shuddered through my body. “Wh-what?”

  He leaned forward, pushing himself deeper into me, and ever
y muscle in my body shook under the strain. I was so close, literally trembling with the need to come. I squeezed my thighs, trying to pull him even closer, but Vince resisted, pulling out until he was barely inside me. His cock teased my entrance, and he dipped his head, capturing my nipple between his teeth. I let out a soft shriek as he lightly bit down, then rolled his tongue over it to soothe the sting.

  I glared up at him as he released me with a confident smirk. “I’m in charge here, gorgeous.”

  “If you don’t start moving, I’m going to—”

  He released my hands and kissed me deeply, passionately, cutting off my threat and fueling the desire between us. My muscles contracted around him as he moved in and out, his pace growing increasingly frantic. My nerve endings tingled, and heat pooled in my core, the flare of pleasure growing and spreading outward until it erupted. Blood rushed in my ears and I thought I might have screamed, but the orgasm ripping through my body dulled everything around me. My stomach muscles tightened until they ached, and I gritted my teeth, letting out a high-pitched mewl as my body rode the line between pleasure and pain.

  Vince continued to pound into me, and his lips unerringly found mine for another kiss. I could taste his distinct flavor as he devoured every inch of my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine. Gently slipping my ankle off his shoulder, he guided it behind his back. I followed suit and I locked my legs around his waist, swallowing the guttural growl that welled up his throat as he thrust deeper, harder. With one last stroke he let go and came on a soft roar, and I instinctively tightened my muscles around him, never wanting to let him go.

  Braced on his elbows, he held himself up to keep from smashing me into the mattress, but I didn’t want a single inch separating us. I clutched his shoulders tighter, pulling him down to me.

  He huffed out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against my cheek. “I’m too heavy for you.”

  I ducked my head against his shoulder and held fast. “I don’t care.”