Page 81 of Devious Love

Eyes full of challenge, she juts her chest out. “It’s called sarcasm. And what, you don’t like when I ask questions?”

I trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “No, baby, I don’t like when you doubt me. I’m telling you the truth. Uncle Brody needs my help. I’m ignoring his text because I’d rather focus on you.” Her body shudders, but she doesn’t pull away. Dipping lower, I brush my mouth over hers. “This is your warning: If you don’t push me away now, I’m going to take what I’ve been wanting so desperately for the last four days.”

In response, she arches her back, pushing her tits against my chest.

Well then.

I slip my hand into her hair, yanking her closer and deepening our kiss. When she gasps into my mouth, I swallow the sound.

Fuck, I want to consume her.

She meets my intensity, her tongue battling mine for dominance as she digs her nails into my T-shirt, scraping my skin through the fabric.

I slide my lips down the column of her throat, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, one hand cupping her breast. Her skin erupts into goosebumps, her nipples pebbling. I slip my other hand inside her shorts, lightly pressing my fingers to her clit, teasing her, driving her mad with a slow caress. Mia gasps, hips jerking, desperate for more friction.

I chuckle against her throat. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

She growls.

“Your body gives you away.” I flick her bud and suck on her throat, leaving another mark on her skin.

A stair creaks overhead, followed by the sound of slippers scuffing across the floor.

Without hesitation, I pull Mia outside. Once the door is closed, I press her against the house, caging her in. Her breathing is fast and erratic, her lips parted, her eyes on the door.

I crane my neck but duck back quickly when I find Monica at the sink, filling a kettle. She often makes tea before bed, but it’s after one a.m. I never see her up this late.

Mia is tense, her breaths coming out harsh, so I cover her mouth with my palm.

Fuck if I’ll back away now when I know how to settle her nerves.

I slip my hand inside her shorts, and her pupils widen.

“You’re gonna keep real quiet for me, baby, right?” I whisper.

She whimpers against my palm, and as I brush her clit again, her hips jerk. My movements are slow and controlled. I don’t want her to come just yet.

“You like this, don’t you?” I coo. “Like knowing if your mom opened this door, she’d catch us?”

Eyebrows knitting together, she shakes her head.

I chuckle darkly. “That’s cute. Lying to me while your little cunt is soaking my fingers.”

I gradually add pressure, rubbing circles, and she moves her hips, meeting my hand over and over again, chasing her orgasm.

Heat floods me, because the view in front of me is breathtaking. I want to hear her sounds, enjoy her moans, but with her mom in the kitchen, it will have to wait.

Her orgasm hits her hard, her body shaking. She tries to clamp her thighs together, but I don’t let her, massaging her throbbing clit and prolonging her release.

Watching her fall apart might be my new favorite hobby.

When the lights in the kitchen go out, I take a step back and drop my hand from her mouth.

She pants, focus fixed on me, and pushes off the wall. When we’re practically chest to chest again, she peers up at me. “Was it really your uncle?”

“Yes.” I brush long strands of her hair off her cheek and fish my phone from my pocket. Then, I do something I’ve never done before—I unlock it and hand it over. My messages with Brody are on the screen, including the one I received while we were in the kitchen, the one full of details about the car.

Her lips tremble, a small smile gracing her features, and I can’t help but grin in return.