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Falling For You

Chapter 6:

Dancing With The Devil

 

 

 

“Take me, Devon. Make me forget.”

 

`Finally!'

 

Though he'd know that her surrender was inevitable, it didn't stop the swell of pure male pride that blossomed at the sound of those sweet words uttered from her mouth.

 

Grabbing her hard, Devon used his arms to pin her to him as his hands untucked her blouse and slid up and down her back, possessively exploring every line, every curve. He had to feel her. Now.

 

His lips took hers in a kiss designed to sweep them both over the edge of reason. His tongue stroked hers in a wild imitation of what he needed to do to her, with her.

 

Breanna moaned and he tensed as she leaned into him. Taking more of her weight, he lifted her off her feet as she gasped and went with him, lifting her legs to lock them around his waist. Suddenly she was all around him, surrounding him with a sensation and a pulse-pounding desire he'd never known before. Ever.

 

This was different. This was more than anything he'd ever experienced and as that thought flashed through his mine, he set it resolutely aside.

 

`She's just like the rest. As soon as I have her, get her out of my system… This is just chemistry. Nothing more.'

 

Breanna writhed against him, burrowing closer, tighter, keeping her mouth fused with his, giving as much as she took. Sliding her hands to his face, she cupped his flushed cheeks in her palms and pulled her head back long enough to look at him through dazzled eyes.

 

“Someone might see,” she whispered and Devon nodded.

 

“Let's get outta here.”

 

 

oOoOoOoOoOo

 

 

`Wow, and I thought my house was big,' Breanna thought to herself in awe as she took in the sheer opulence of the beach side condo sprawled out in front of her. The pink stucco structure was large and imposing, positively screaming wealth and luxury with every inch of its being.

 

“Are you just going to stand there and gawk or are you coming inside?” Devon chuckled as he grabbed her hand and lead her into the house. The car ride there had been quiet and awkward, with Breanna staring nervously out the window, and Devon trying to resist the urge to jump her where she was sitting. Both struggling to convince themselves they were making the right decision, though neither really succeeded…

 

The inside of his home was just as impressive as the outside as Breanna observed rooms that looked like they came right of the pages of a Home and Gardening magazine. It was almost too perfect, and she had to wonder how anyone could ever feel comfortable living in a house that looked like a museum.

 

`This place doesn't suit him at all,' she mused with a small frown crinkling the corners of her mouth. Expensive and posh, cold and impersonal, the house and its furnishings were a complete paradox to the passionate, impetuous man at her side.

 

His body tightening in anticipation, Devon tugged her impatiently through room after room and up the stairs toward his room. `No more waiting, the time is now…'

 

Breanna watched anxiously as he grabbed the doorknob, gave it a twist, and then shoved the door open. Completely captivated by the heat she saw smoldering in the depths of his amber orbs, Breanna didn't even notice her surroundings as he pulled her along with him toward a large bed shoved against a wall in the center of the room.

 

Not bothering to push back the burgundy colored comforter on his bed, Devon sat down, leaned back and pulled Breanna on top of him. She stared down at him and he read his own hunger mirrored in her eyes along with the guilt and uncertainty she was attempting to push away and hide from him. Hazy mid afternoon sunlight filtered dimly in through the black, gauzy curtains that hung in front of the window facing the ocean. The pale light suffused the room with a soft glow that seemed to shimmer all around her as she levered herself up into a sitting position.

 

Devon's breath caught in his throat as she straddled him and he reached up to slide her uniform jacket from her shoulders. Fumbling with the buttons of her white blouse, he let out a little growl of triumph as he managed to strip her of the annoying material and simultaneously undo the clasp at her back to free her breasts of their satin confinement. Her bare chest sprung forward as all the air left him in a rush at the sight of the full, perfect mounds.

 

“Breanna,” he muttered huskily as she smiled, slow and lazy, lavender eyes glinting with a self-assurance and confidence that slammed into him like a freight train. She knew exactly what kind of effect she was having on him and worst of all… she was enjoying it.

 

`Sneaky, sneaky… Time to take back the upper hand…'

 

Reaching up, he tweaked her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and relished in the moan of pleasure the action elicited from her as she rocked into his touch. Lifting both hands, she covered his, holding his palms to her breasts for one long moment.

 

Whispering on a sigh, “Now you,” she pushed his jacket from his shoulders and grabbed fistfuls of his shirt to tug the hem free of the waistband of his pants. Suddenly desperately needing to feel flesh against flesh, Breanna smiled appreciatively when Devon shifted slightly to help her yank his shirt up and off.

 

“Touch me…” he murmured roughly and she eagerly complied, running the flat of her palms over his chest, sculpting him, defining every muscle. Devon felt his body light up like a flashing neon sign as everything in him tightened expectantly. In that moment it became undeniably clear that if he didn't have her, feel her beneath him… he just might die.

 

`He's so unexpected,' Breanna marveled while her head spun with the sensations caused by his finger tips trailing paths of molten lava along her skin.

 

`She's so fascinating,' he smirked as her gasps of pleasure rang in his ears.

 

`This is so… necessary,' they both thought in unison as their eyes caught and locked onto each other.

 

“You amaze me,” he whispered, staring up in the exotic violet orbs that had mesmerized him from the start. His hands continued to work her breasts, his fingers teasing and toying with her nipples.

 

“Why's that?” she asked breathily with a slow, seductive smile.

 

“Lots of reasons,” he murmured, his fiery gaze sweeping over her, from the tousled ebony halo of her hair to the tanned, firm thighs gripping his hips. Beneath her, he felt himself tighten even further until he was hard as a rock and aching to bury himself inside her.

 

He skimmed his hands down her ribcage to her tiny waist, loving the feel of her soft skin against his rough palms. She sighed and he let his hands feather across the front of her body, her abdomen and then dust along the waistband of her short skirt. He watched goose bumps bristle along her skin and he smiled proudly to himself, knowing that he was affecting her every bit as much as she was him.

 

“Amazing,” he repeated, deftly unzippering the side of her skirt.

 

Breanna sucked in a breath of air, held it for a moment, and then let it slide from her lungs with a grin. “You're pretty amazing yourself,” she mumbled, her voice tight and strained with need.

 

Devon smiled to himself even as his body screamed beneath her. She squirmed, rubbing her sweet little bottom against him until he felt beads of sweat break out on his forehead and jagged spears of desire slice through him like knives.

 

Feeling her normal control and self restraint fade away beneath a cloud of lust and want, Breanna smiled as he groaned and tossed her back as she began to rock her hips atop him. `Screw right and wrong. I just want to feel…

 

Devon felt himself being carried away as she rode him. He wanted to plunge into her, drive himself home and feel her body surround his. He wanted to be so deep inside her heat that some of the warmth she so freely exuded would just naturally seep into him. Melt the ice that surrounded his heart, that blocked him off from the people around him. He wanted to watch her eyes glaze over with passion, feel her muscles bunch and hear her sighs as he drove them both over the edge of madness.

 

He had to have that. Had to have her. Why? He didn't know. Didn't want to know. Didn't want to think about the reason why being with her had become so desperately necessary. All he wanted right now was to make sure that Breanna wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Patience would reap its own rewards… if he didn't explode first.

 

As she moved atop him, Breanna could feel his arousal through the thin fabric of her damp panties and knew he wouldn't be able to wait much longer. Knowing this, she decided to do all she could to feed his impatience.

 

Moving slowly, she reached for her own breasts and as he watched, cupped them, stroking them with long deliberate caresses. Her fingers grazed over her nipples and Devon's mouth went dry as his gaze locked onto her sensuous movements.

 

Despite all she was doing to push away her indecisions and shame at deceiving her friends and family and… Brent… Her reasonable, responsible self continued to rise up and shout at her to be fair. To change her mind. Insist that Devon Pierce was not the kind of man she needed or wanted.

 

`Run, Breanna. Run away… Run away before you end up a broken shell of your former self. This is your last chance.'

 

“Devon,” she said breathily, trying to keep her voice from trembling as he stared intently at her.

 

His hands reached up, framed her face as he pulled her toward him and brushed the pad of his thumbs across her mouth. “Don't,” he murmured against her lips as his mouth replaced his fingers and he kissed her, nipping gently at her bottom lip and driving her control to the ragged edge. “If you're going to say we can't do this,” he whispered, his warm, moist breath wreaking havoc on her senses as he shifted, kissing, licking, nibbling… “then you're so wrong. It's too late to turn back now.”

 

`Oh God… he's right. I can't resist him… I don't even want to try…' Pushing herself into a sitting position again, she made sure she was perched right over his throbbing erection. Staring directly into his eyes, Breanna tried to convey with a simple, heated look all the passion she felt churning inside her. She wanted him to know that, without a doubt, she was just as eager as he. Come hell or high water, she was ready.

 

“Is that a yes, then?” he managed to grit out through clenched teeth.

 

“That's a hell yes,” she whispered as she ground her body against his, effectively banishing all thoughts from both their minds that weren't directly related to this moment.

 

In one fluid move, he rolled her over, flipped her onto her back and covered her with the upper half of his body. His hands shifted over her, exploring, discovering, mapping her thoroughly enough that every line and curve of her body would forever be etched into his memory.

 

“We need to get rid of this,” he informed her gruffly, slowly sliding her plaid skirt down. Breanna lifted her hips eagerly as peeled the fabric off, displaying a pair of ice blue lace panties. His heart damn near stopped.

 

Bending his down, Devon whispered butterfly kisses along her flat sun-tanned abdomen, just above the thin elastic strap as she shivered beneath him and sighed his name in a way that shook him to the bone and seemed to echo inside him. He smiled against her skin as he moved further and further down her body, dragging her skirt as he went. Tossing it to the floor, he scooted back up to the tiny scrap of lace guarding her center. Tan lines, creamy against her warm honey skin, told him that her bathing suit was even tinier than the panties she now wore, and he suddenly hungered to see her in a bikini, kissed by sunlight.

 

Touching the tip of his tongue to her belly, Devon chuckled as she jumped, moaning softly as she moved into him. “Mmmmm… Breanna… You taste so fucking good….”

 

Her name, said on a sigh of desire and passion, sent shockwaves pulsing within as she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the wonder of the moment. She'd never felt like this before, never longed for another more than she longed for her next breath. Now, she was swamped with so many overwhelming emotions, she couldn't sort them out. Couldn't even identify them.

 

Hooking his fingers beneath the edge of her lacy panties, Devon had them down and off of her in a heartbeat. She opened her eyes and looked at him as her tongue swept across her bottom lip, causing him to groan with need. In seconds, he yanked off the rest of his own clothes, tossed them to the floor beside hers and then knelt on the mattress in front of her.

 

Reaching out her arms, Breanna beckoned him to her as she arched up in an attempt to reach him, to pull him to her.

 

But Devon had other ideas.

 

Running his palms up and down the length of her legs, he watched her eyes roll back and her hands drop helplessly to the comforter. He stroked her slowly, then faster, each time sliding his hands higher up her thighs until his fingertips were only inches away from the one spot she ached for him to touch. She twisted under his ministrations and tried to maneuver her body so that he would brush against her core, her heat, to give her release from the pulsing demands throbbing within.

 

Instead he tortured her more thoroughly.

 

Moving in closer, Devon lifted her legs and rested them across his shoulders. Her eyes widened as she stared questioningly up at him. His big hands cupped her bottom, holding her firmly, despite the way she twisted in his grasp.

 

“Devon-“

 

“Breanna,” he interrupted her quickly, “Shut up.”

 

Licking her lips, she grabbed a hold of the burgundy colored material beneath her with both hands as though preparing to have her world rocked, and then murmured, “Right.”

 

Her flesh warm and soft in his grip, he lifted her body and bent his head to claim her. His mouth covered her heat as his tongue darted out to streak across intimate flesh already sensitized.

 

Breanna gasped and arched higher into him, thrusting her hips helplessly as she lay in his grip.

 

His fingers kneaded her body as he used his mouth to conquer her. He felt the first tremors building and felt a jolt of pleasure so pure, so sharp, it nearly stole his breath. He knew what he was doing to her. Felt the heat of her, tasted her secrets and gave her more so that he, too, could feel as well.

 

Whimpering and twisting her head from side to side on the bed, Breanna's hands fisted the comforter, scrabbling for purchase as his tongue stroked her center over and over again. When he found the tiny nub of flesh at the very heart of her, he sucked gently, sending her into a wild frenzied abandon that rocketed his insides.

 

When her climax erupted, he felt the tension in her body as she stiffened in his grasp. Reaching up, she threaded her fingers in his hair, holding his mouth to her as if half-afraid he would stop and leave her unsatisfied.

 

But he didn't want to stop. Couldn't stop. Devon wanted more. He wanted to taste all of her. Explore every inch of her. Claim her body as his and brand her with his touch.

 

When she finally stopped trembling and lay weak and limp in his hands, he eased her back down to the mattress and leaned over her.

 

“Oh my…” she whispered as she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead with a shaky sigh.

 

He chuckled and murmured, “That was just the beginning, little one.” Pausing long enough to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

 

“Promises, promises,” she teased as she blew out a breath and stroked his hair.

 

He lifted his head and waited for her to meet his gaze. “Do I look like I'm kidding?”

 

“No,” she replied breathily, struggling for air. “You sure don't.” Her hands reached for him and he felt the soft scrape of her fingernails against his back, across his shoulders. Heat shot through him like a flash of lightning, and the resulting thunder pounded inside him.

 

Staring down in her unusual amethyst eyes, he could almost swear that she saw right through him. Past his walls and barriers, past all the false bravado and arrogance he used to hide himself from the world. What he saw in her eyes… He was getting too close. Way too close. But somehow, at that moment, he just didn't care. Sensation took over for both parties as reason was buried beneath a stir of lust and want so strong, it wiped all thoughts of caution from their minds.

 

Dipping his head to her breasts again, Devon indulged himself by taking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth.

 

Her gasps and moans filled the room like an erotic symphony of unfulfilled need as his lips and tongue and teeth tormented her in a gentle assault that had her writhing beneath him. Breanna muttered his name on whimper that ripped through him. He sucked her and she arched her body into his, silently demanding more as her nails scraped down his shoulders, along his arms and back up to tangle in his hair. She held his head to her breast, then tugged him up, pulling his mouth up to hers.

 

Hungrily, he kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers wildly, fueling the fire erupting inside them both.

 

Now.

 

One thought rattling through his mind, over and over.

 

Now.

 

Breaking the kiss, Devon lifted his head and muttered thickly, “Protection?”

 

“Birth control,” she whispered, her voice a broken shard of sound. The quality of it was extremely satisfying, knowing he was the reason for her breathlessness. The knowledge that he'd pushed her into a torrent of emotion, of cravings, was almost as heady as hearing her sigh his name.

 

Going up on her elbows, Breanna smiled softly at him and reached down between their bodies. Molding his length with her hand, she squeezed him gently and rubbed his hardness until Devon wanted to cry out in a guttural demand for release.

 

“Don't make me wait any longer, Devon,” she said, closing her hand around him tightly in an imitation of the close heat he wanted so badly.

 

“No more waiting.” The words came out in a low-pitched growl as he moved to tip her flat on her back again. She opened her legs for him, welcoming him within.

 

Strong and smooth, he thrust his hips and brought them together in the closest way possible. Their sighs and moans filled the room as each found release, and in some unexpected way… reprieve.

 

After it was all over and Breanna lay snuggled against his side, Devon brushed her damp, tangled obsidian tresses from her forehead and pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she sighed contentdly.

 

“Thank you,” she whispered softly as Devon's eyes widened in surprise.

 

`She's thanking me?! Oh God…'

 

“For what?” he asked hesitantly, pushing himself up onto his elbow so he could see her face.

 

Drowsy and pleasantly sedated, Breanna closed her eyes and murmured, “For finally showing me the fireworks…”

 

Watching as she drifted into slumber, Devon lightly traced the curve of her bare shoulder with his finger tips and inwardly groaned at the tenderness of the moment.

 

`This was not the plan, you know that, right?'

 

`Yeah, I know…'

 

`Well, what are you going to do now?'

 

`The same thing I've always done in all aspects of my life.'

 

`And what would that be?'

 

`Pretend. Pretend that nothing has changed; pretend that I don't feel anything deeper for her than she does for me.'

 

`Think that will work?'

 

Taking in the tranquil, delicate creature at his side, Devon sighed and shook his head.

 

`Nope...'

 

 

 

 

*~~~~A/N~~~~*

 

 

 

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