“What is going on here?” he asks in confusion as he looks between the two of us.
“I was just asking Jess where you were because I wanted to spend some proper time with you,” I say, stepping closer to him and taking his hand. He stares at our linked fingers for a moment and then he looks back up at me and then to Jess. I think he sees what is going on here, he never was an idiot, there would be no reason in the world why I would Shift into Elizabeth in front of Jess unless it was to prove a point. But I know him better than he knows himself and he squeezes my hand and says, “I’d like that.”
I flash a wicked smile at Jess, and she glares back at me in absolute hatred. I see now that this girl was never my friend. Keep your enemies closer, is her game. Well little girl, you have completely lost this one and now you have made a serious enemy out of me. If she thinks for one minute, I will let this go, she has another thing coming to her. I lead him away and he follows closely. She tries a last-ditch effort and says, “Devon, wait. I haven’t seen you all day. I feel lonely. I wanted to spend time with you.”
“Yeah, I’ll come and find you later,” he says dismissively and her face falls.
Let this be a lesson: Never, ever mess with our relationship. You won’t win.
I take him upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms. Not so sure that Cole and CK would be very happy about me going to our bedroom. He doesn’t hesitate to pull me close and kiss me. Nipping at my lips and muttering, “God, it’s you, really you.” Over and over. I put it down to me looking like Elizabeth because it is a strange thing to say but forget about it as his hands go into my hair and his tongue completely takes over my mouth. I am beyond aroused now, even from just a few kisses. Not only because of Devon, but because it has been a lifetime, well it seems like a lifetime, since I made love. The time with Cole earlier doesn’t count. This counts in a big way and I am going to be in so much trouble with my husbands that Devon got here first, but tough. I will take it on the chin as there is no other place I want to be. He pushes me back to the bed and then falls back to look at me. There is a mixture of sadness and lust coursing through his features.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes lingering on my breasts. This vest top was already tight on me when I was Liv, so when I Shifted and my boobs tripled in size, I am practically busting out at the seams. “So beautiful,” he says again and removes the vest top from me with a brutal rip, rendering it a useless rag on the floor. My breasts tumble free and they are in his hands in the next second. I arch my back to get him closer to me and he squeezes me tightly, making me yelp with desire and a puddle to form in my knickers. He drops to his knees and undoes the button on my jeans and slowly lowers the zipper. They are like a second skin after the Shift and he carefully peels them off me, pausing to kiss me through the scanty lace of my underwear. He breathes in deeply at my arousal and that causes me to ripple with excitement. He sits me down to remove the jeans from me and then slides his hands up my thighs and into the thin straps holding my knickers together. The material bites into my flesh as he tears them from me, the sides snapping easily under the pressure. He lets out a sound of raw lust as he drops his head into my lap. I push my hands into his hair as he opens my legs wide for him. He kisses me softly at first, teasing me with his tongue. All of my pent-up, unreleased-for-three-months sexual frustration bubbles over into a rippling orgasm that catches him by surprise.
“Oh yes,” he says as he laps away at me. “So perfect. This is so perfect.”
Oh, it really is. I wiggle on the bed to get his mouth closer to my aching clit. I nee
d to do that again, now! He obliges me one more time and then he stands up to get rid of his own clothes. I scoot up to the middle of the bed and he crawls up me slowly, his lips barely touching my skin as he makes his way from my feet to my hips, to my nipples that are as big as grapes waiting for his attention.
“Oh, fuck yes,” we both say as he licks one and flicks the other with his fingers. He sucks roughly and tugs and I squirm under his touch and then he is lowering his mouth back down my body, barely brushing my skin. He is driving me to the point of insanity. I need him inside me, I need to feel him. All of him.
“Patience,” he whispers as he senses my frustration. His breath on my skin sends goosebumps prickling over me.
“Oh,” I cry out as he finds my wet sex again with his mouth. I bunch my hands in the sheets and arch my back high off the bed as he sends another wave of pleasure tearing through me. As the fire subsides, he increases his urgency, but I want to play with him now. I want my hands on him.
“No,” he says when I tell him this. “I want to see to you, I need to do this, Lizzie. Let me take care of you.”
Well, this girl isn’t going to argue with that as he once again drops his mouth to me. He is being even more attentive than usual, and I am loving every second. I mean who wouldn’t when one of the most gorgeous, sexiest men alive has his tongue wrapped around your clit? He pushes my legs up so my knees are bent, and I luxuriate with a soft sigh, but I want him.
“Now, Dev. Please, I need you,” I beg him and now he doesn’t refuse me. He can’t when I implore him. He stands up, his cock swollen to the point of bursting. His tip is glistening, and I lick my lips, but before I can reach for him, he is inside me with a swift thrust coming almost instantly, flooding me with his seed.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans as he kisses me with his eyes wide open. “I’ve missed you so much.” He is hard inside me already and he starts to rock his hips gently, his eyes never leaving mine. I close mine as the pleasure starts to overcome me, but he whispers, “Keep them open, I want you to see my pleasure, as I want to see yours.”
I do as he asks as he mumbles over and over how good I feel and how much he missed me. There is something different going on here. Devon has never been the chatty type during sex. He prefers to have his mouth busy with other things. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he felt guilty about something. But as my body starts to hum, I forget it as tomorrow’s, and Cade’s, problem.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispers as he feels me rippling around him. He rides me through my orgasm and then he lets his release wash into me, his eyes still never leaving mine.
He rolls us over, so he is on his back and I am lying stretched out on top of him. He strokes my hair and I sigh in contentment.
“That thing with Jess in the kitchen,” he says, ruining the moment. “What was that?”
Damn, I had hoped he wouldn’t ask. It makes me look petty to tell tales, even though I have no doubt she will go running to him the second I leave his side, accusing me of something or another. I am certain now, after that little display that she is out to poison him against me. Not that he will let her, but that isn’t the point.
“Sorry,” I say. “I know it might have been slightly over the top to Shift in front of her. I wasn’t sure if I could and was just trying to muster enough Power up,” I lie.
“You don’t need to be threatened by her, Lizzie. She means nothing to me. Even after whatever Sebastian has told me to do with her, it isn’t a personal relationship.”
I bite my lip. “I’m not threatened by her,” I scoff. “It’s the other way around. Although, why she thinks she has the right to be is something you need to nip in the bud. She is either delusional or thinks there is more to your relationship than you do. Either way, I won’t have her calling me a whore in my own home.”
He sits up. “She said that? Little bitch,” he mutters. “I’ll have words.”
I want to change the subject, so I say, “So are you going to tell me about your afternoon’s goings-on?”
Silence and then he groans, “Oh gods, Liz. If I had known you were going to proposition me as soon as I walked in the door, I’d have showered at the hotel.”
I laugh at his complete embarrassment at being caught red-handed, but it doesn’t bother me. It never has. “Want to talk about it?” I ask, knowing he has secrets he isn’t sharing.
“Not really. I was just kind of making a point to myself,” he says.