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when they all hug me.
“One of the older boys told me we should should drive out to East End and hit up Vie’s Snack Shack,” Devon offers.
“Sounds like a good plan.”
We’re silent on the ten-minute drive to East End, each of us lost in our own thoughts. We pull up to the Snack Shack and a scantily clad woman crosses in front of our Jeep. “You can always go into the oldest profession if your modeling career falls through,” Devon says snidely.
Where in the hell did that just come from? Is that what he really thinks of me, that I’m one step above a prostitute?
I studiously ignore his dig. “Actually, this was my last shoot. It was a sort of goodbye for my fans.”
I have to stifle the giggle that wants to break free as his face registers his shock with a hint of chagrin. Instead, I open the door and step out of the Jeep. He’s quick to follow me, and is silent as we peruse the menu. I order the Garlic Chicken, Johnny Cake drizzled with honey, a local homemade Coconut Tart, and a beer. Devon orders the same, substituting the Coconut Tart for a Pineapple.
We find a seat, and I’ve just taken a bite of chicken when he finally speaks. “So what will you do next?”
I chew my food slowly, taking the time to form my answer. I can’t tell him the whole truth. But I can give a version of the truth. When my mother was still alive, I’d been to plenty of fundraisers and the seed was planted. “I really want to work with charities. The Clean Water Initiative. UNICEF in their quest to provide nets to keep kids from contracting malaria. Even Tom’s–I love that they donate a pair of shoes to someone in need with every purchase. I want to be useful. I’d love anything that would let me help people while traveling at the same time.”
It is actually truer than the life I have planned for myself. Combining those two things are really what I would love to do, if I’d ever dared to ask myself the dangerous question of what I actually wanted, instead of what was expected of me.
Devon takes his time chewing and taking a long swallow of his beer, and maybe it’s just my imagination, but it seems like he’s finally seeing the real me and liking her.
He stands and comes to sit beside me. He tilts my chin up toward him, and then his mouth claims mine with a tender ferocity I wasn’t even aware that he possessed. His lips are soft yet demanding, his tongue exploring mine with an expertise that leaves my body aching. And when he fists a handful of dark hair at the base of my neck with just the right amount of force, a moan tries to escape. But he swallows it, savoring the flavor of my sound like it’s a fine wine that has finally hit its peak age. Every square inch of my body is screaming–no, begging–for him to discover the secrets of my skin, the mere thought causing my core to clench and throb with a dull aching need to be filled.
The one thing I’m sure of in this moment, is that Devon Goode is just as enchanted with me as I am with him.
8
A fter taking a long drive around the island, soaking in the all the beauty and gorgeous views this island has to offer, we head back to the beach house.
We linger on the front porch, both of us quiet and unsure.
I clear my throat. “I had a wonderful day with you. It was nice to not have a schedule.”
Devon’s eyes darken as he reaches out to let the strands of my hair run over his fingers. “It was a good day.”
When he makes no moves to initiate something further, I smile. “I’m going to go take a shower and freshen up. Do you want to take one last stroll along the beach after?”
“That’s a good plan,” he answers, his voice low and rumbly. “I think I’ll take a shower too.”
“Should we meet up in an hour?”
Devon nods his head.
I head towards my room, and I’m practically to the door when I notice Devon following me. “Did I forget something?”
“Yes. Me.” Devon’s mouth crashes into mine as he opens the bedroom door.
“One of the older boys told me we should should drive out to East End and hit up Vie’s Snack Shack,” Devon offers.
“Sounds like a good plan.”
We’re silent on the ten-minute drive to East End, each of us lost in our own thoughts. We pull up to the Snack Shack and a scantily clad woman crosses in front of our Jeep. “You can always go into the oldest profession if your modeling career falls through,” Devon says snidely.
Where in the hell did that just come from? Is that what he really thinks of me, that I’m one step above a prostitute?
I studiously ignore his dig. “Actually, this was my last shoot. It was a sort of goodbye for my fans.”
I have to stifle the giggle that wants to break free as his face registers his shock with a hint of chagrin. Instead, I open the door and step out of the Jeep. He’s quick to follow me, and is silent as we peruse the menu. I order the Garlic Chicken, Johnny Cake drizzled with honey, a local homemade Coconut Tart, and a beer. Devon orders the same, substituting the Coconut Tart for a Pineapple.
We find a seat, and I’ve just taken a bite of chicken when he finally speaks. “So what will you do next?”
I chew my food slowly, taking the time to form my answer. I can’t tell him the whole truth. But I can give a version of the truth. When my mother was still alive, I’d been to plenty of fundraisers and the seed was planted. “I really want to work with charities. The Clean Water Initiative. UNICEF in their quest to provide nets to keep kids from contracting malaria. Even Tom’s–I love that they donate a pair of shoes to someone in need with every purchase. I want to be useful. I’d love anything that would let me help people while traveling at the same time.”
It is actually truer than the life I have planned for myself. Combining those two things are really what I would love to do, if I’d ever dared to ask myself the dangerous question of what I actually wanted, instead of what was expected of me.
Devon takes his time chewing and taking a long swallow of his beer, and maybe it’s just my imagination, but it seems like he’s finally seeing the real me and liking her.
He stands and comes to sit beside me. He tilts my chin up toward him, and then his mouth claims mine with a tender ferocity I wasn’t even aware that he possessed. His lips are soft yet demanding, his tongue exploring mine with an expertise that leaves my body aching. And when he fists a handful of dark hair at the base of my neck with just the right amount of force, a moan tries to escape. But he swallows it, savoring the flavor of my sound like it’s a fine wine that has finally hit its peak age. Every square inch of my body is screaming–no, begging–for him to discover the secrets of my skin, the mere thought causing my core to clench and throb with a dull aching need to be filled.
The one thing I’m sure of in this moment, is that Devon Goode is just as enchanted with me as I am with him.
8
A fter taking a long drive around the island, soaking in the all the beauty and gorgeous views this island has to offer, we head back to the beach house.
We linger on the front porch, both of us quiet and unsure.
I clear my throat. “I had a wonderful day with you. It was nice to not have a schedule.”
Devon’s eyes darken as he reaches out to let the strands of my hair run over his fingers. “It was a good day.”
When he makes no moves to initiate something further, I smile. “I’m going to go take a shower and freshen up. Do you want to take one last stroll along the beach after?”
“That’s a good plan,” he answers, his voice low and rumbly. “I think I’ll take a shower too.”
“Should we meet up in an hour?”
Devon nods his head.
I head towards my room, and I’m practically to the door when I notice Devon following me. “Did I forget something?”
“Yes. Me.” Devon’s mouth crashes into mine as he opens the bedroom door.
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