Making his move had never been an issue for Devon. But damn it. This was Fallon.
Seriously fucking gorgeous Fallon.
Seriously fucking gorgeous Fallon in nothing but her bra and panties.
The blood raced to his cock so quickly it was a wonder he didn’t pass out. Christ, she just continued to boggle his mind.
So much so, Morgan’s warning no longer registered.
Adrenaline pumped through Devon’s veins, as it had when he’d gotten a good look at her for the first time in the lounge. And just as he’d done then, he reached for Fallon and pulled her into his arms.
His eyes feasted on her luscious, glossy lips. She was instantly breathless, the cords of her neck pulling taut and her chest rising and falling rapidly against his. Her emerald eyes were wide and filled with desire.
Devon couldn’t resist her. His head dipped and his lips brushed over hers. She gasped. His cock sprang to life.
“Damn,” he muttered. “You taste as good as you smell.”
“My lip balm creation, remember?”
“In that case, you’re going to be a huge success, sweetheart.”
Fallon’s lips curved into a smile against his. She whispered, “You’ve always been so nice to me.”
“That’s because you’re an amazing person.”
“Devon.” She sighed.
“Stop with the self-image bullshit,” he quietly insisted. “At the heart of it all, you were adorable and admirable.”
“But not exactly dateable.”
“Mm.” His mouth swept over hers again before he said, “Fallon, something Morgan pointed out to me earlier at the club was that you’re not the type of woman we’re used to being with.” He gazed into her eyes and earnestly added, “I don’t make love, sweetheart. I fuck.”
Her jaw slacked. He gave her a few seconds to recover.
Eventually, she inhaled deeply and told him, “I wasn’t expecting rose petals and romantic music.”
“You sure? Because you lit about two dozen candles and a fire. Poured champagne.”
“Technically,” she contended in a quiet, though spirited tone, “you poured the champagne.”
“I always have gotten a kick out of your sauciness. But the cautionary tale still stands.”
“Dev. I’m not some fragile flower. No, I’m not on the highly experienced side. But . . . I’m willing to learn and experiment.”
His eyes narrowed. “Do not tell me you’re a virgin.”
She pressed her warm lips to his briefly, then said, “Yes and no.”
His arms tightened around her at the intimate gesture. And because she felt sensational melded to him.
Yet he was a little confused. “Explain that.”
“Yes, I’ve had sex. No, not with a human being.” One of her perfectly sculpted brows lifted. “Toys, Dev. Lots and lots of toys.”
His cock throbbed at the images that suddenly flashed in his mind. Fallon and a vibrator. Damn, that was a seriously exciting thought.
Though there was a more disconcerting notion that taunted him. He said, “Fallon, toys aren’t the same as—”
“Devon. Trust me when I say I know what I’m doing here. What I’m getting myself into. That was an honest-to-God confession when I said I had fantasies about you and Morgan. How could I not? The two of you are . . . so wonderful. So hot, yes. But also so good to me. So perfect in so many ways.”
Now his gut wrenched. “We’re not, Fallon.”
“Yes, you are. I never had to worry about what other people thought of me or how they’d treat me because you and Morgan were my best friends. I owe you both to the end of time for that. But this right now is about more than you protecting me as a kid. I like the way you’re looking at me, Dev. I like the way you’re holding me. I like the way you kiss me. And if fucking me is on your mind . . .” She whisked a hand through his hair and then pressed her mouth to his again, engaging him in a searing kiss as her tongue assertively tangled with his.
He had a damn good idea of what she was going to continue saying, but no words were necessary as she writhed against him and let him take over the kiss, deepening it. One of his arms held her firmly at her waist. His other hand palmed her ass cheek and he squeezed roughly as he ground his erection against her.
A firestorm erupted within him and there was nothing Devon could do to contain it. She lit him up in a heartbeat and all he could think of was getting her naked and sinking into her heat and wetness.
Didn’t help matters that she’d set a seductive stage with her candles and burning hearth. The champagne and lingerie. Hell, Devon wasn’t one for all the extracurriculars . . . until now. With her.
Breaking their kiss, he said, “I need you out of these clothes. I need me out of these clothes.”
She stared up at him, exhilaration playing on her beautiful face. “Are you sure?”
“Jesus, Fallon. You feel my hard-on, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She gave him a quick yet sensuous kiss. “Though for the record, please take note that I’m so into whatever you have in mind. I’m not establishing any sort of limitations, Dev. I want . . .” She let out a long breath. “I want to know what it’s like to really be with you.”
He fought another groan. Of the sexually frustrated variety. Devon was more than willing to give her anything and everything she wanted and needed. But there was a peculiar tickle in the back of his brain that told him not to overwhelm her. Though that thought was pretty much overridden by the way she all but devoured him with hungry eyes.
Maybe this wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever done. And chances were damn good Morgan would punch him in the face when he found out.
Devon didn’t really care at the moment.
At the moment, all he could think of was making Fallon come. Repeatedly. Until she begged him to fuck her. The way he liked to.
Releasing her, he reached for his champagne, drained the glass, then took her by the hand. He led her to the oversized plush white ottoman in front of the matching sectional and fireplace. Devon cleared away the tray on the pseudo-coffee table that held a slim vase with fresh calla lilies on it and the remote for the flat screen over the mantel. A pale blue throw with fringe at the ends was draped at an angle over the large piece of furniture.
Turning to Fallon, he said, “Take a seat.”
She eyed him quizzically, obviously not sure what he was up to. But she obeyed him. She positioned herself in the middle of the ottoman. He moved in close again and reached around her to unhook her bra and slip it off her shoulders and down her arms, tossing it aside.
Devon took in the sight of all her honeyed skin and full breasts. The dusky-rose areolas and puckered nipples made him even harder.
His head lowered to her chest and he flicked his tongue over one pebbled center. A sharp whimper fell from her glossy lips. He paid the other nipple the same attention and she squirmed on the blanket.
The lotion she’d created not only smelled intoxicating but also tasted like sin and sex—if those could actually be qualified in that regard. For him . . . They could.
Fallon Carteris smelled and tasted like sin and sex.
And that caused Devon’s testosterone to spike. So, too, did the sight of her. Gorgeous now seemed like a complete understatement. Her dark red hair was highlighted by the flames in the background. Her body was more astounding than he’d imagined. And when he twined his fingers in the sides of her panties and Fallon lifted her hips so he could peel away the satin-and-lace material, his mouth watered at the bounty before him.
Fuck.
She was spectacular.
Devon’s hands glided along the tops of her thighs, then swept inward and parted them.
He said, “I’m going to spend some time here, if you don’t mind.”
“Dev.” Elation filled her sultry voice.
He gave her a wicked grin. “This is going to be one hell of a treat.”
“Yes.”
His gaze dropped briefly to her glistening pussy before meeting her eyes again. “I meant for me.”
Her teeth caught her bottom lip for a moment. Then she told him, “You’re going to blow me away, aren’t you?”
“Every chance I get, sweetheart.”
Her breath hitched. He spread her legs wider. His hands skimmed upward and his thumbs glided over her dewy folds, rubbing slowly back and forth. Devon watched the emotions that flitted over her delicate features.
When the pads of two fingers circled her clit, then aggressively targeted it, Fallon’s eyelids drifted closed and her head fell back on her shoulders.
Devon massaged the tiny pearl while watching her reaction to his touch on such an intimate part of her body. From their previous conversation, he had no idea if she’d ever experienced this with a man before. She was a virgin, but she’d made it clear she wasn’t unknowledgeable. He just didn’t know what that meant in the grand scheme of things.
How far had she gone with her own experiments?
How far had she let any other guy go with her?
Devon was dying to know how many “firsts” he might be. So his fingers slid away and he asked her, “Have you ever felt a man’s mouth on your pussy?”
“No,” she said on a faint breath. “Do it, Dev. I want this . . . So much.”
Christ, he did, too.
“I’m going to make you come, Fallon.”
“Please,” she pleaded. “Devon, please make me come.”
She was already wet for him. The little beads of moisture rimming her opening made him crazed with lust—and inspired a pulsating yearning to lick and suckle. To ease his fingers inside her and pump them along her slick inner walls.
There was also something incredibly tantalizing about simply observing and absorbing all of these hot and alluring nuances of Fallon. She was only in the beginning of the throes of passion, and yet she was responding so evocatively. Entrancing him and making Devon want to use every trick in the book to get her even more worked up. To ensure her climax was an explosive one.
The anticipation seemed to get her even hotter.
So Devon teased her a little longer. His warm breath blew over her slick folds as he murmured, “Such a fantastic view I have.”
“Are you planning to torture me?” she countered.
“Maybe.” The tip of his nose skimmed over her quivering flesh.
Her hips bucked. “Dev.”
“So sensitive,” he quietly mused.
“Yes. And so ready to feel your tongue.”
“Soon,” he promised.
“Now,” she urged.
“Patience, sweetheart.”
She whimpered again. “Dev, don’t leave me in suspense like this. I’m incinerating from the inside out. Do something.”
“You can’t even begin to fathom everything I want to do to you.”
“Magical words,” she murmured. “Dev, I don’t spark with other men. That’s why I’ve been single all this time, why I’m still a virgin. But today . . . Oh, my God. All day I’ve been going insane with all these zings and electric undercurrents. This is what I’ve been waiting for.”
Devon was feeling the zings and undercurrents himself. And the insatiable need to get her off.
He said, “I hope this condo has thick walls.”
“One neighbor’s on vacay. The other is usually in the city for business dinners. The couple downstairs will still be at the yacht club. The Aldridges.”
“Yeah, they like to close the bar down on Friday nights.”
“So feel free to make me scream.”
“I have every intention of doing just that.”
He saw and felt the shudder run through her.
“The Aldridges won’t be home till two or two-thirty.”
“You’ll be on your sixth or seventh orgasm by then.” To hell with his flight. His head dipped once more and his tongue dragged slowly along her folds.
Her body jerked and she let out a small shriek. “Dev. Oh, God.”
“Just getting started, sweetheart. Hang in there.”
Her fingers curled around the blanket beneath her. Her head was still tilted back with her hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her breasts thrust upward. Her sculpted stomach pulled tight.
Devon could have gotten lost in the sheer beauty of her alone. But her sexy scent and her soft pants of air drew him into a fiery abyss that consumed him with desire that gripped him fiercely. Relentlessly.
He inhaled once more. Then his tongue laved her folds again before the tip fluttered over her clit.
“Dev!” she cried.
He hastily flicked the swollen knot of nerves. Then suckled deep.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, my God.”
Devon kept up the ministrations. Alternating between licking and suckling. Making her hips roll with his rhythm. Eliciting the most erotic sounds from her as she got caught up in the heat of the moment.
One of her hands relinquished her hold on the lightweight throw and her fingers threaded through his hair. Her hips rose and she pressed herself against his mouth.
“Jesus, Dev. I’ve never felt anything like this.”
And he’d never tasted anything like her. He tongued her with a fervent need to make her hotter and wetter. To send her straight to the edge. Then his lips tugged on her folds. She gasped and squirmed. Her fingers tightened around the strands they were twined in.
Devon eased a finger into her pussy and he let out a low growl against her silky flesh at how damn narrow and slick she was. He pumped his finger into her as his tongue toyed with her clit.
“Dev,” she ground out. “Yes. Oh, God . . . Yes.”
Her body tensed and her breath came in sharper pulls.
He worked a second finger into her and plunged deep, finding that ultrasensitive spot and stroking it feverishly.
“Like that,” she murmured. “Just like that. Dev . . . God, it feels so good.”
He diligently continued with his mouth on her while fucking her with his fingers. And drawing more throaty moans that made him restless. Hot and bothered.
Her grip slipped from his hair and she lay back against the ottoman. Fallon raised her arms over her head and clasped the edge of the furniture for leverage. She was stretched out before him and such a phenomenal sight.
Devon shifted slightly. He placed a knee next to her hip and leaned over her. His tongue teased her nipple as he quickened the pace between her legs, still hitting that special spot deep within her that made her writhe and whimper.
Tremors rippled through her and he sensed how close she was to climaxing.
He murmured against her breast, “Lose it for me, baby. I need to make you come. I need to feel it.”
“Dev,” she said on a raspy breath. Her hips undulated, her inner walls clenched and released his fingers, over and over. Working her closer and closer to orgasm.
Her body tensed, her pussy squeezing him tight.
“Fuck, yes,” he encouraged. “Come, Fallon. Come for me.”
“Devon!” she cried. “Oh!”
He felt the eruption all the way to her core.
And it rocked him as much as it did her.