Steal the Day (Thieves #2)(33)

“I didn’t say I wanted to leave.” He was so testy. Dev was my good-time lover. We laughed and teased and played. I guess if I was honest, that was what he really was to me. He was a playmate. I hadn’t seen this side. “I just thought maybe we should talk about what happened.”

I thought it was just a funny little episode. We’d all been caught at one time or another in some form of magic, but this was serious to Dev.

His green eyes were dark and that sensual mouth turned down. “I don’t want to talk, Zoey. I want to f*ck. I want to bend you any way that pleases me and make you scream when you come. I want you soft and sweet and entirely submissive to me. If you can’t do that, then walk away and I’ll figure something else out. If you hadn’t already unmanned the local werewolf alpha, I might have been able to start a fight.”

So much anger and pain. It was right there, etched on his gorgeous face. He’d never shown this much of himself to me. I know there are many women who would have walked out, determined to not be used by another to forget their troubles. But I knew when my lover really needed me. I made my decision. He didn’t need to talk tonight. He needed something else. He needed to know I was here for him.

I drew my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. He sat back in his chair, just a little of his rage dissipating and turning into desire. Slowly, so he couldn’t miss the show I put on just for him, I pushed my jeans away, toeing off my shoes and standing in front of him in nothing but my undies and bra.

“Come here, lover.” He held a hand out, guiding me down to sit on his lap.

There was only a single lamp lighting the room. Soft light made him look younger, more vulnerable than usual. I leaned forward, kissing his nose and cheeks and his furrowed brow. I wanted to kiss away his troubles.

His hands brushed across my breasts before unhooking the clasps of my bra and tossing it away. I leaned back, giving him the access I knew he wanted, and he fastened that sensual mouth on my nipple, tugging and sucking it with affection. I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against me.

I wrapped my arms around him, adoring the heat of his skin. While his tongue played on my breasts, I let myself be surrounded by him. His scent, his warmth, the slide of his skin against mine. The world seemed to disappear when I was with Dev.

And I’d lied to Felicity. He meant more to me than a good time.

My fingers found the bottom of his shirt, and I pulled it overhead, exposing the beauty of his chest. He was built on lean lines, every muscle sculpted and perfect. His mouth found mine again, tongues playing as his fingers delved past the waist of my panties. I was already wet and ready. He really only had to look at me to get my motor running. His fingers slid over my clit, every nerve I had lighting up.

“I need you,” he whispered against my skin. “I need you so f*cking much.”

It hadn’t been so long ago I had asked something very similar of him, and he had not disappointed me. I wouldn’t let him go through this, whatever this was, alone. “You have me. I’m here.”

His eyes hardened, rough desire taking over. “Show me. Show me how much you want me.” His hand tangled in my hair, pulling on it with a gentle bite. “I want you to suck me, Zoey. I want you on your knees, taking me in your mouth.”

It wasn’t a request he made often. He tended to please me, taking his own satisfaction only after I’d come several times. Oh, he certainly was in charge when we were in bed together, but he tended to prefer to be the one tasting.

I slid off his lap, more than willing to do what he was asking of me. Desire thrummed through my system as I unbuttoned his slacks.

“Slow, Zoey.” He was staring down at me, completely unmoving except for his hand in my hair. “Take your time.”

He might think he was in control, but I wanted this. I’d wanted it for a very long time. Sometimes I felt useless in bed. Oh, there was always pleasure there, but I wanted to please him, too. I wanted to mean so much more to him and I couldn’t when he always gave and never took.

I let my palm run over the soft material of his boxers, feeling the hard erection under there. Dev’s cock was already poking its way out of the top, touching his navel. Big and thick, the head of his cock was bulbous and already creamy with the evidence of his arousal.

The masculine scent of his desire wafted over me. Dev smelled like the soap he’d used and sandalwood and the musky smell of his sexual arousal. His deep groan reverberated across his skin as I swiped at the head of his cock, gathering the little bead of cream I found there. The salty taste of Dev spread across my tongue and I sucked, trying to draw more from him.

“That’s it.” His hand tightened in my hair, the sensation lighting up my scalp and rushing across my skin. “More, Zoey. Take more of me. Take all of me.”

I reached up and drew the full length of him out of his boxers. I couldn’t hold him in one hand. I needed two. Green Men didn’t do small cocks. He pulsed against my palm and I loved the silky feel of him. My entire body was primed to please him, wanting nothing more than to have my tongue coated with him as I took all his troubles away.

Something had happened to him in the past, something terrible. He wouldn’t talk to me about it so this was the only way I had to help him through. I knew how it felt to sit up at night and go over and over one terrible moment. I would have given a lot to have someone with me, making me forget. I could be that for Dev. I could be essential to him.