Free Devil's Kiss by Celia Loren Page A

great company tonight. And he hasn’t brought a girl home since Jenna. And he looks so good in that black tank he’s wearing tonight. His tan shoulder muscles pop out the sides. God, what cologne does that man wear? I can’t find any in the bathroom. Is it possible for a man to smell that good naturally? I just want...I want...
    My hand makes its way down south. I close my eyes as I begin to touch myself, picturing my arms wrapped around West’s body, imagining what’s hiding underneath those clothes, feeling him tearing into me. I’m so close. A moan escapes my lips. I can even smell his scent, as though he’s here in the room with me.
    “Oh, West...” I murmur.
    “You should try the real thing,” I hear from the doorway.
    My eyes fly open in horror and I see West standing in the doorway, his lips parted as he stares at me lustily. At least the sheets are covering me. I open my mouth to yell, to tell him to get out, but he stops me.
    “Don’t,” he says quietly. “We both know this is going to happen. And it’s pretty clear you want it, too.”
    A shiver runs through me, and I stare at him. He’s right. No use denying I want him after what he just saw. And heard. I sink back into my pillow, my eyes wide as he makes his way to the center of the room.
    Slowly, purposefully, he pulls his black tank off over his head. I study his body, fascinated, finally seeing him after all these years. His chest is wide, and dark hair runs across it, continuing in a light trail between his abs, disappearing beneath his belt, which he is just now unbuckling. He stands back up in just his boxers, then makes eye contact with me, a little smile playing across his lips. He tucks his fingers into the band of his underwear, pulling them down.
    As he stands and kicks them to the side, I get a full view of what I’m in for. He’s staggeringly huge, and already hard as a rock. Holy shit, this is really happening. I inch over to the center of my bed, my breathing already ramping up. He walks slowly toward me, and I feel lightheaded at the sight of his naked body, intimidated by his size. I’ve never been with anyone half this big.
    He takes the corner of the sheets in his hand and pulls them down, uncovering me. I feel completely vulnerable, in this boxy t-shirt and my childhood bed. I hold my breath as he slides in beside me, grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him. He leans onto one elbow, then eases his way on top of me, one arm on either side of my body. He sinks down onto my chest, and I gasp at the contact. The only thing between our skin is my thin cotton shirt.
    Lowering his mouth to mine, he delicately brushes his lips against mine. I tilt my head up, wanting more, but he pulls back, teasing me. He looks at me with a satisfied smile on his face, then leans in and really kisses me. My mouth opens eagerly to accept his probing tongue, and my hips rise to meet his.
    I groan as I feel his hard cock pressing against my crotch. A flutter rises in my stomach as I worry about how he’s going to fit. His fingers trace up my thigh, pulling my shirt with it. I start shaking with nerves and desire as my shirt bunches around my waist. I feel his hand continue up under it, slowly sliding over my right breast. He moves to my ear, nipping and sucking my earlobe as his fingers pinch my nipple. It hardens under his touch and I gasp, arching my back. I wrap my legs around his ass and pull his hips against me, feeling his cock press against my wet slit.
    I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it to the floor. West kisses my neck, moving down between my breasts, trailing kisses along my skin. He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, tracing circles with his tongue. My legs fall wide open as I lose myself in pleasure.
    He moves down my stomach now, licks the soft dip beside my hipbone. I feel his warm breath on my sex until suddenly his tongue is on me, flicking against my aching clit. I cry out, my hips bucking. He pins me to the