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all.”
“Yes, well we all have our talents. Among others, yours seems to be that you make my sister happy. Don’t screw it up.”
When Dev closed the door, he looked at her, then walked close and hugged her. He leaned back and studied her face. “Have you eaten?”
“Just two scoops of ice cream. I’m ready for the next feeding.”
He smiled and ushered her to the couch, lifting her legs onto the cushions. “Stay put.”
Before she knew it, she was holding an empty plate that had been delivered to her with hot, gooey, cheese pizza. Her stomach was full, the baby had stopped kicking up a storm, and her feet were in Dev’s lap, getting a thorough foot massage. “God, that feels good.”
Dev had his head back on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked grim. “Chloe. We need to talk.”
And she knew. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
He rolled his head on the couch back so he was looking at her. “In the morning. I’ve got a few things I need to take care of back at the base. I don’t know when I’ll be able to return to Atlanta.”
She closed her eyes so that he wouldn’t see her pain. “Okay.”
When she opened them again, he was staring at the painting intently. “You know I would never hurt you, right?” She nodded when his burning green eyes met hers. “Can you surrender yourself to me tonight, Chloe?”
Chapter Six
She wasn’t’ sure what he was asking for, but it didn’t seem to matter. Chloe wasn’t falling in love with him. She loved him. And he was leaving, probably because she had hurt his feelings when she wouldn’t take him to Lamaze class or invite him to the birth of their baby.
Tonight, she knew that he was going to demonstrate just how much she was going to miss him, but she was greedy for every touch, every kiss that branded her as his, so she told him the simple truth. “I’m yours.”
His face flashed with satisfaction. He continued to massage her feet, then slowly pulled her forward, more onto his thighs. Lifting the leg closest to him, he kissed her foot and then positioned it on the back of the couch. Her ankle length skirt drifted up high over her thighs and she knew he could see her pale pink underwear that were already soaked with desire. Dev folded her other leg at the knee and nudged her inner thigh. “Open up, sweetheart. Let me see you.”
His finger traced the silk covered crevice of her lips. When her pelvis jerked up, his other hand held her hip still, preventing her from making further contact than the whisper soft caress of his fingertip up and down her slit. “Dev,” she moaned, wanting so much more.
Eyes flashing with possession, he kissed her inner thigh. “We’ve got all night, sugar.” He reached for the lace at the top of her underwear, but instead of slipping them down her hips as she expected, he pulled them up snugly against her, working the leg openings closer and closer to her center. She was left with a makeshift g-string, coursing snugly between her buttocks, pressing tightly along ever sensitized, swollen nerves in her vulva.
His nail ran over the tight silk, front to back, tantalizing her clit and each opening. When she lifted her hips frantically, he pushed her pelvis down. “No, sugar. I’m in charge tonight. I need you to hold real still for me.”
She moaned with frustration. “I can’t.”
“I’ll help you out, sweetheart.” To her dismay, he caressed one of her knees while he lifted his hips and reached into his pocket for his keys. He flipped open a small contraption that gleamed and began to cut her cotton skirt straight up the front. Standing, he slipped it out from beneath her and tore several long strips that he attached to the legs of the couch near her head. He presented the two ends to her.
“Hold on to these, baby.” She gripped each piece of cloth tightly. Dev kissed each wrist and then wound the slack cloth about her arms until there was just a small tail hanging near her
“Yes, well we all have our talents. Among others, yours seems to be that you make my sister happy. Don’t screw it up.”
When Dev closed the door, he looked at her, then walked close and hugged her. He leaned back and studied her face. “Have you eaten?”
“Just two scoops of ice cream. I’m ready for the next feeding.”
He smiled and ushered her to the couch, lifting her legs onto the cushions. “Stay put.”
Before she knew it, she was holding an empty plate that had been delivered to her with hot, gooey, cheese pizza. Her stomach was full, the baby had stopped kicking up a storm, and her feet were in Dev’s lap, getting a thorough foot massage. “God, that feels good.”
Dev had his head back on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked grim. “Chloe. We need to talk.”
And she knew. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
He rolled his head on the couch back so he was looking at her. “In the morning. I’ve got a few things I need to take care of back at the base. I don’t know when I’ll be able to return to Atlanta.”
She closed her eyes so that he wouldn’t see her pain. “Okay.”
When she opened them again, he was staring at the painting intently. “You know I would never hurt you, right?” She nodded when his burning green eyes met hers. “Can you surrender yourself to me tonight, Chloe?”
Chapter Six
She wasn’t’ sure what he was asking for, but it didn’t seem to matter. Chloe wasn’t falling in love with him. She loved him. And he was leaving, probably because she had hurt his feelings when she wouldn’t take him to Lamaze class or invite him to the birth of their baby.
Tonight, she knew that he was going to demonstrate just how much she was going to miss him, but she was greedy for every touch, every kiss that branded her as his, so she told him the simple truth. “I’m yours.”
His face flashed with satisfaction. He continued to massage her feet, then slowly pulled her forward, more onto his thighs. Lifting the leg closest to him, he kissed her foot and then positioned it on the back of the couch. Her ankle length skirt drifted up high over her thighs and she knew he could see her pale pink underwear that were already soaked with desire. Dev folded her other leg at the knee and nudged her inner thigh. “Open up, sweetheart. Let me see you.”
His finger traced the silk covered crevice of her lips. When her pelvis jerked up, his other hand held her hip still, preventing her from making further contact than the whisper soft caress of his fingertip up and down her slit. “Dev,” she moaned, wanting so much more.
Eyes flashing with possession, he kissed her inner thigh. “We’ve got all night, sugar.” He reached for the lace at the top of her underwear, but instead of slipping them down her hips as she expected, he pulled them up snugly against her, working the leg openings closer and closer to her center. She was left with a makeshift g-string, coursing snugly between her buttocks, pressing tightly along ever sensitized, swollen nerves in her vulva.
His nail ran over the tight silk, front to back, tantalizing her clit and each opening. When she lifted her hips frantically, he pushed her pelvis down. “No, sugar. I’m in charge tonight. I need you to hold real still for me.”
She moaned with frustration. “I can’t.”
“I’ll help you out, sweetheart.” To her dismay, he caressed one of her knees while he lifted his hips and reached into his pocket for his keys. He flipped open a small contraption that gleamed and began to cut her cotton skirt straight up the front. Standing, he slipped it out from beneath her and tore several long strips that he attached to the legs of the couch near her head. He presented the two ends to her.
“Hold on to these, baby.” She gripped each piece of cloth tightly. Dev kissed each wrist and then wound the slack cloth about her arms until there was just a small tail hanging near her
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