High Passion

by Vivian Arend

  “You plan on taking advantage of me?” Devon asked.

  She stepped between his knees and leaned forward to plant a hand on his abdomen. “Oh, you’ll like it. Just tell me you have more condoms.”

  “Dresser, top drawer.” He pointed. “Bring a few.”

  She laughed. “Cocky bastard.”

  “That’s the point, isn’t it?”

  She returned before he could adjust position. Alisha examined him and the bulge in his pants while wearing a very satisfied smile. “I will admit I’ve lusted over your body for years, Devon. You are mighty fine.”

  “I aim to please. Although if you don’t stop looking and start doing, I won’t be the one waiting on my back for long.”

  “Patience. You know that rule.”

  His dick was at full strength again as she carefully lowered the waist on his pants, easing the elastic over his cock. “Move decisively. That’s what we need at this moment. Fuck—”

  Alisha glanced up from where she’d licked the tip of his cock. “Decisive enough for you?”

  He shook his head. “Not yet, but you’re on the right track.”

  She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked. Just the right amount of pressure, not nearly enough range of motion. “You need some lube to help you with that?”

  “I’ve got it under control, thanks.”

  Brain-busting, how she took control. Her tongue darted out again and again, teasing all around his cock. She hummed happily as she worked him over, slicking him up with her saliva until the pumps of her fist were smooth and far too precise to be ignored.

  “In case you’re wondering, I like what you’re doing very much.” Alisha pulled him erect and lowered her mouth over the head of his cock, wet heat engulfing him. He panted for control, grabbing hold of the quilt to stop from catching her head in his hands and taking over. “Okay, like? Is wrong. I fucking love your mouth.”

  He loosened his death grip on the sheets and propped himself on his elbows to get a better view. Watching and experiencing the sensations at the same time was the fast-track way to lose control, but hell if he cared. He could get it back up in record time.

  He had four damn years of anticipation stored up.

  Alisha held him at the base and dipped farther, the crown of his cock bumping her throat, and he swore. She did it again, but this time timed it perfectly so she opened her throat and he was completely enveloped, nothing but her mouth holding him.

  Talking was impossible. Thinking was impossible. She worked him over until he forgot all his good intentions. His fingers were threaded in her hair and he was sitting up, Alisha kneeling on the floor between his legs as he guided her down his cock again and again.

  A strand of blond hair fell over her forehead, and he clutched it aside, needing to see her face as she took him in. Alisha lifted her gaze, and sweet fuck, he lost it. The hard drag of her mouth, the look in her eyes, the sight of his cock stretching those perfect pouting lips—hard explosive jets shot from him as she maintained eye contact. Stared at him as his cock jerked, semen filling her. She swallowed, her throat visibly moving and he felt it all the way up his spine, as if she were sucking his brains out.

  Which was fine by him. Any time she wanted to.

  Alisha caught his wrists and pulled him back slightly, his cock still in her mouth but now resting on her lower lip as she licked him clean, and another shock wave rolled through him. “Holy shit.”

  She smiled, his cock falling from her lips. She licked them, rocking away to sit on her heels. “Well, that was fun.”

  Fun? “Hell, yeah.”

  He caught her under the arms and draped her over him while his heart pounded. Her bare legs tangled with his, the heat of their bodies mixing together. She lowered her head to his chest and sighed happily. Her fingertips rested on his chest and she drew small circles on his skin. “I needed that.”

  “Any time, any place, be my guest.” Devon stroked her hair, staring at the ceiling. They might have things to work on, but right now? He couldn’t bring himself to worry nearly as much as he should.

  She squirmed upright far sooner than he wanted her to, straddling his waist, palms pressed to his chest as she examined him.

  The colour of her eyes seemed different as she looked him over. “Are you wearing contacts?”

  Alisha grinned. “No. Are my eyes blue right now?”

  He nodded. “More blue than usual. Are you some kind of alien creature? Now that we’ve shared intimate contact you’re going to take over my brain?”

  Her fingers stroked his cock and he couldn’t help his instant response. Her grin only got wider. “I’m already affecting one of your brains.”

  She got that right.

  He rolled them, trapping her under him and nuzzling her neckline, nipping his way back to her mouth to take in more kisses. Soft woman under him, her willing embrace enveloping him. Arms and legs catching him close—they would have been fucking again in three minutes flat if her stomach hadn’t grumbled like crazy.

  They broke apart, Devon rising over her, even now reluctant to leave her warmth. “Tell me we’re coming right back here after I feed you.”

  Alisha raised a brow. “Well, we could come back here, or we could try a few of the other things you mentioned.”

  Hmm, oh yeah. “Back of the couch?”

  Her laughter rang as he got to his feet and pulled her to vertical. “Only if you close the door this time.”

  “Not into performing for the neighbours? Exhibitionism isn’t your thing?”

  He accepted the pants she handed him. If he’d expected to make her squirm it hadn’t worked. Alisha backed out his bedroom door, staring him down as she spoke. “Well, I never said that.”

  She twisted and disappeared down the hall while his brain tried to catch up. Devon hurried to pull on his sweats, hopping forward as he pulled them up one leg. “Wait a minute, does that mean what I think it means? Alisha, don’t you say something like that and then walk away.”

  He caught her in the kitchen already digging in his fridge. The smooth curve of her ass—God, he was fixated—wiggled at him as she pulled things from the trays. Devon laid a hand on the tight curves and stroked lightly.

  She straightened and pressed sandwich fixings against his chest. “Food now, more fucking later. I don’t think we need to plan the details, do we? Surprises are so much more fun.”

  Alisha sashayed to the right and pulled a loaf of bread forward. Devon jerked himself back to control, unable to stop grinning.

  They might have had a hell of a week, but he would totally take it.

  CHAPTER 10

  Sandwiches were consumed, soup vanished. Small talk led to another round of sweaty, inventive sex, followed by another—why had she turned Devon down for so long?

  Playboy. Notch on the bedpost.

  Alisha stretched naked on the sheets, head toward the foot of the bed, her hand bumping his thigh. All of her previous excuses had melted away in the flood of desire and need he’d begun in her. Okay, this wasn’t for forever anyway, and she was using him as much as he was using her.

  In the big scheme of things, she was good with it.

  Devon caught her hand as she trickled her fingers up his thigh, stopping her before she could touch anything important. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we need to take a break.”

  She laughed. “Poor baby, did I work you over too hard?”

  He pivoted her until they were lying side by side in the same direction. “When a sixty-nine makes me nearly pass out, I’d say I was low on fuel, or something. I will admit defeat if you tell me you want me to start something new.”

  She played her hands over his shoulders, just because she could. “No, not really. I’m pretty happy right now.”

  His blue eyes watched her every move. “I’m game for more later, but at some point we need to get out of bed.”

  “Hmm, I suppose.” The sex was damn good, though. “Getting out of bed means returning to
reality.”

  Devon trapped her fingers against his chest. “This was no sexual wet dream, Alisha. It happened. All afternoon, it happened.”

  “I don’t think I’ve had that many orgasms in a day since . . . well, ever.” His gloating expression prompted her to smack him lightly on the chest. “Ego much?”

  “Hey, you said it, not me.” Devon turned more serious. “This isn’t a onetime deal. I want more of you.”

  She wanted more of him, so that wasn’t the trouble. Only there were lines, concerns she had, and not addressing them would be stupid. “You said it earlier. We’re going to spend more time together in the next while than usual. I don’t mind a bit of extracurricular activity thrown in with that.”

  He nodded but still looked strangely somber. He didn’t say anything else, though, and she was glad.

  Sex had changed things. She needed time and space to raise the walls in a new manner. Before, when she’d been denying what their bodies wanted, it had been simpler to keep everything on the “do not touch” side of her brain.

  Now that he’d slipped under her physical barrier, she needed to consider what other secrets she was willing to drop.

  Her phone rang, the musical tones making them both jerk. When his phone didn’t go off as well, relief hit hard.

  Devon chuckled as she scrambled to grab her phone from the bottom of her bag. “We’re going to have to be careful not to fuck each other out of rescue commission.”

  She put her finger to her lips to shush him before answering the call. It was impossible to look away as he sat on the mattress and watched her, the muscles of his abdomen bunched into a nice, solid six-pack. His cock far from flaccid—did the man ever lose his semi? Her voice sounded breathless, even to her. “Hello.”

  “Alisha.”

  Oh, shit. Vincent. All the lovely sexual endorphins floating through her system scurried away. She’d totally forgotten his invitation to dinner. She ignored the question in Devon’s eyes and turned away, stepping toward the bathroom for privacy. “Hi, Vincent.”

  “I’ve made reservations at the main dining room. I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes.”

  She scrambled to jerk her brain online to deal with this. “I’m really tired. Maybe we should—”

  He laughed, the sound creating a far different response than Devon’s. Rather than making her want to join in, the condescension put her back up. A doting older relative putting up with a wayward child, even though that comparison was wrong in about fifty ways. “You still need to eat.”

  She longed to tell him to fuck off, but her hands were tied, and not in a good way. “The Banff Springs is not a place you go simply to refuel, Vincent.”

  “If you have somewhere else you’d prefer, please, let me know. I can be accommodating.”

  Oh hell. She stared into the bathroom mirror, the love bites on her neck and body making her scramble for a towel to cover herself even though he was on the phone and had no idea what she’d been up to. Perhaps the best way to get rid of him was to give in this once. Get it over with. He couldn’t be staying around town for long. “No, that’s fine. But I’ll join you there. I need to do a few things on my way.”

  “I don’t mind stopping.”

  “No, this is easier,” she insisted. She glanced quickly at her phone for the time. Damn, she’d never find a way to get ready in thirty minutes. “Only, could you move the reservation to seven, please?”

  “Of course, sweetheart. Use valet parking. I’ll meet you at the doors.” He hung up with no further comment, obviously not expecting her to do anything but agree with his directions.

  An hour.

  An hour to get home, find a dress that would cover the very vivid marks of her and Devon’s thorough sexing, not to mention putting on enough makeup to cover the ravages from her recent sleepless nights.

  The bathroom door opened, and Devon glanced in cautiously. “Is it safe?”

  She held the top of the towel with one hand and shrugged. “Come in. Sorry. No time for a lengthy ‘you scrub my back and I’ll scrub yours.’ I have to go.”

  Devon nodded, leaning his shoulder on the door frame. “Hot date?”

  He repeated his words from the previous day. They were as annoying now as they’d been before.

  “No,” she snapped, frustration making her response sharper than she’d intended. Devon didn’t move. Didn’t ask any more questions, he only looked plenty. She sighed and joined him, catching the waist of his sweats and leaning in close. “Vincent works with my father. His family and mine are old friends, and I can’t just blow him off.”

  Devon tucked his fingers under her chin, lightly stroking his thumb over her cheek. “You don’t need to explain, but you don’t seem too thrilled.”

  “I’m not.” For so, so many reasons. “But in the interest of keeping the peace, I should go.”

  He stared for a moment, then nodded. “Feel free to grab a shower here if you want.”

  He left the room, and all the oxygen seemed to suck out after him.

  Shit.

  She followed him into the bedroom, but he was gone. Tugging on her clothes, finding her socks—all of it strange and far more awkward than she’d expected. She pulled her backpack over her shoulder and fisted her keys, bracing herself to say good-bye.

  He was in the kitchen, barefoot and bare chested. She wavered for a moment, almost ready to toss the plans with Vincent out the window, but . . . she couldn’t. “Hey, I’ll call you tomorrow. Dream up crazy things for me to do, okay?”

  He looked up, dropping the Tupperware container in his hand to the counter and striding to her side. “I’ll be good and assume you didn’t mean that in a sexual way.”

  She grinned before she realized he was still staring at her with an unreadable expression.

  Devon nodded. “I’ll do some research tonight. See what I can find.”

  “Thanks.”

  Awkward. Teenage-crush awkward. With the tension between them now it was hard to believe he’d fucked her against the wall only hours earlier.

  Devon snarled in frustration. “What the hell.”

  He grabbed her and laid another kiss on her, his body tight to hers, their lips crushed together. Every second that passed meant she’d have to rush more later, but she couldn’t break away. Couldn’t let go of where she’d caught him, her fingers fisted in his hair.

  Devon was the one who jerked them apart, his grin firmly in place. “I hope you have a lovely dinner.”

  Her body buzzed from the kiss. From all the things he’d done to her bounding through her memory like the Energizer bunny on aphrodisiacs. “I expect the food to be wonderful and the company to suck, thank you.”

  He turned her to the door and let her out, patting her ass as she walked past. “You need anything, call, okay?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “Call,” he repeated. “Tomorrow, tonight, I don’t give a damn when. If you need me, let me know.”

  When she glanced up from the wheel, he was standing in the entrance of his house, watching her. She forced herself to wave before directing her car into the lane and heading for home.

  * * *

  The sight of Alisha driving away drew a frustrated sigh from him. In one massive swoop, all his admittedly dirty plans for the evening were wiped away. Hanging out by himself at home wasn’t high on the agenda. Devon slammed the fridge door hard enough that everything in the kitchen rattled.

  It wasn’t as if he had expected her to instantly start living in his pocket. But after seeing no guys in her life for so long, now someone showed up? Now there was some rich friend of the family who appeared out of nowhere to take her to one of the most expensive places in town?

  Fuck that.

  He took some time to research possible scenarios to put her through. Only there wasn’t much he could find online, and he wasn’t about to go asking questions in real life because with the climbing community, anything he said would be common knowledge within twenty-four hours, and
speculation would begin.

  He wondered how long it would be until everyone knew he and Alisha had finally hooked up.

  A snort of derision escaped him. Well, no one would suspect anything tonight, not with her gallivanting around town with Vincent.

  Bloody hell, he was sitting and pouting like some hard-done-by virgin. There was no need for it. He could go out and grouch instead of staying in and being miserable. May as well spread the joy to his friends. He sent off a text, then headed to change. Distraction was the best solution, and he had plenty of people who could help him in the distraction department.

  The familiar noise of the Rose and Crown crowd greeted his ears like a cheerful hello. Devon raced up the stairs, waving at a few people without stopping as he sauntered past the restaurant tables. He headed all the way to the back where his buddy Luke already held sway over a pool table. A group of women had gathered around the small, standing-only table to the right, and his name was shouted quickly enough to soothe his bruised ego.

  “You on call tonight?” Kyle asked. Luke’s twin brother raised a glass and the pitcher of stout in a question.

  Even if he were, he could have one drink. But tonight? “Fill it and keep it full.”

  Kyle dipped his head and went to work, passing over a glass with a fine head of foam. “We weren’t sure you’d surfaced yet. Saw in the paper you had another successful rescue the other day.”

  Devon took a good long drink before wiping his mouth and putting his glass aside. “That’s not a secret, but why exactly are you talking so loud?”

  Kyle twisted his back and pointed slyly toward the ladies. “New to town. You can have your pick, but I get the redhead,” he whispered.

  “You know what?” Devon slapped Kyle on the shoulder. “You’re a dick. You can have the redhead and all the rest. I’m not interested.”

  Kyle gave him the eye. “You running a fever or something?”

  He shook his head and grabbed a pool cue. “Nope. Just want a few games, is all.”

  “Well, me, too,” Kyle protested.