Following Me(65)

At the thought of having a parent that cruel, Devon felt a lump form in her throat. And she couldn’t even imagine the loss of her own parents. Her problems felt so small next to his.

“Everything just feels better with you in it,” he told her.

“It feels better with you in my lifeit, too.”

Before she could say more, fireworks exploded overhead, filling the night sky with color. Devon jumped in surprise, and Brennan pulled her in closer, laughing in her ear. They watched the sky light up over and over again, content in each other’s arms. It was a beautiful spectacle, announcing the end of the festivities for the day. Devon didn’t want the day to end though. She didn’t want to let Brennan suffer another day alone.

She stood, pulling him up with her, and led him to the back of the boat. She opened the door, and he followed without question. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned up on her toes and kissed him. He picked her up mid-kiss and deposited her on the bed. Devon shifted under his intense gaze.

Reaching forward, she worked the buttons loose on his collared shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He dropped it to the floor and stripped out of his T-shirt. She swallowed hard as she stared at his body. When he lay down on the bed, his hand trailed the curves of her body lightly. He moved to her stomach and pushed away the soft material of her shirt from the warmth of her flat stomach. His lips skimmed across the surface, flicking light kisses across the hem of her shorts before he returned north to recapture her lips.

Her heart was racing, yet she was completely content with him, being in his arms. He ran his fingers back through the hair he loved as she found herself exploring his longer strands at the back of his neck. His gaze found hers, burning with questions she couldn’t answer.

“Brennan, let’s stay here tonight,” she whispered.

He nuzzled into her neck. “You think I’m letting you leave, Belle? You’re very wrong.”

Chapter Twenty-Two - Fool

BRENNAN’S ARM WAS locked around Devon’s body when she woke up. She yawned and snuggled in closer to him. Her thoughts were hazy as she opened her eyes and realized she was still on the boat with Brennan. The bed was comfortable, but lying with Brennan was even better. She hated that it was morning, that their date was coming to a close, that they had to work today, so they couldn’t hang out on the boat all day again.

Rolling over to face him, she began to twirl the hair on the back of his neck again. She really liked the longer strands and the way he looked at her when she played with them. His eyes slowly opened, and he smiled when he saw her.

“Morning, Belle,” he said before he kissed her lips.

“Good morning.” Her heart fluttered at her nickname. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed it until last night when he had finally called her that again.

“Can we skip work today?” he asked, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip.

“Uh-huh,” she said. Her body was suddenly wide-awake.

“Okay, good.”

As his hand slid up the back of her shirt, she arched in response.

“No one will even notice that we’re both playing hooky.”

“Definitely not.”

She did everything she could to keep her focus, but she wasn’t winning. Work didn’t sound like that great of an idea anyway. It would be better to just stay here all day on the lake and forget the rest of the world. Brennan tracing her rib cage with his fingertips wasn’t helping with her motivation to leave.

“It’s not like I need money to pay rent or anything.”

Devon inhaled sharply as his hand brushed her br**sts unexpectedly.

He stopped moving and pulled away. “Oh, that’s right.”

“That was a joke, Brennan,” she said, pulling him closer.

He kissed her lips again. His body shifted over her, covering her. As his hips began grinding into her, she groaned, and her legs naturally moved to wrap around his waist. Her body was pulsing, and all she could think about was getting him closer and closer. She didn’t want this to stop. She didn’t want any of it to stop. He tried to break the kiss, but she pushed her hands up into his hair and pulled his mouth back down to hers. He growled deep in the back of his throat and gripped her tightly.

“Dev,” he said with a painful edge to his voice, “I don’t want to stop you.”

“Then, don’t,” she said, willing him to continue.

She knew they had to go, but she didn’t want to think about that. She didn’t want to think of anything but Brennan—the feel of his body pressed into hers, his heated touch, his passionate kisses.

Brennan sighed and moved back just far enough, so he could look at her face. “But we have to stop.”

Devon stuck out her bottom lip and pouted.

“I don’t mean it like that. I want to, Dev. I do.” He planted another kiss on her lips and then nibbled on her bottom lip again. He stopped and smirked. “I’m not playing around. I do want you, but we have places to be.”

Devon rolled out from under Brennan and stood, so she wouldn’t tempt him any further. He reached out and took her hand, placing a kiss on it.

“You look good in my shirt,” he said, gently pinching her exposed thigh.

She jumped, surprised by the touch. “Don’t pinch me!” Devon cried, reaching forward and pinching his arm.