Deep Trouble: A MacKenzie Family Novella (The MacKenzie Family) (8 page)

Also, quite possibly the most gorgeous woman he’d even seen in his life, who was currently looking at him with unmistakable hunger he wanted nothing more than to sate, again and again and again.

“Kylie.” Fuck, even her name was like sin in his mouth. “What you’re feeling right now is—”

“Want,” she said, the flush on her face looking as if it had damn little to do with being bashful. “I don’t care if it’s the adrenaline making me feel this way. The truth is, today could be the last day I’ve got.”

“It’s not.”

Although Devon met her stare with equal intensity, trying like hell to fight the heat tearing through his veins, Kylie still turned all the way around.

“I want you anyway, Devon. Right now. Without regrets.”

His heart slammed, his restraint waning fast. “We can’t.”

“We can,” she whispered, her lips so close he could feel the hypnotic heat in her words. “All you have to do is say yes.”

Kylie’s curves were the perfect contrast to the hard angles of his body, pressing against him in all the places he ached to be touched and licked and fucked, and in that split second of dark, greedy want, Devon knew he’d love every second of giving her what she’d asked for.

Even if he hated himself for it later.

He slanted his mouth over hers in a kiss so bruising and hot, he could taste the desire on her tongue. Kylie matched his need measure for measure, opening to let him in while taking back at the same time, searching and stroking with her lips, her tongue, her teeth.

“Oh, God.” Kylie’s words collapsed on a moan, and Devon’s pulse ramped higher in his chest as she tipped her head back to give him better access to her neck.

The heat in the lowest part of his belly became an outright demand. “You need to be sure,” he bit out, grabbing for the last thread of his already unraveling composure.

She didn’t hesitate for a second. “I’ve been sure since I kissed you last night.”

It was all Devon needed to hear. He loosened his grip on the scissors, tossing them far enough away to keep from being caught underfoot as he maneuvered Kylie backward to the bed. Splaying one palm wide over the paper-thin cotton covering her shoulder blades, he lowered her to the mattress, dividing the frame of her body with his hips.

Good Christ, he wanted to rip every last stitch of clothing from her body and push his cock into her, hard and fast and five seconds ago. But as much as the basest part of his brain urged him to do exactly that, the fierce, needful expression shaping Kylie’s features made him pause.

He might not be worthy of her outside this room, but he knew how to make her feel alive. For just a little while, Devon could keep her safe and help her forget. He could give her what she needed.

And he meant to do it.

Right now.

Forcing himself to slower movements, he angled over Kylie’s body, bracketing her shoulders with both hands. For a second, all Devon did was take her in—the scant light from the bathroom creating gold-tipped shadows across the lines of her throat and collarbone, the soft cotton pressing against her chest as it pressed against his hammering heartbeat in turn. Years had passed, four of them, to be exact, since he’d taken his time with a woman.

But just because he was taking his time with Kylie didn’t mean he’d make her wait to come.

Shifting his body to one side, Devon surrendered his weight to the mattress while keeping one denim-covered leg between the heat of Kylie’s thighs.

“Look at you.” He skimmed a hand from her shoulder to her hip, letting his gaze follow the path. Her stare dropped to his fingers, the shock of her acquiescence making his balls go tight with realization.

Watching turned her on.

Making certain she had a perfect line of sight to both his hands and his mouth, he slid his palms over the flat of her belly, reaching for the hem of Kylie’s shirt to tug the cotton over her head. She’d foregone a bra, making Devon send up a fervent prayer of thanks, even as he let out a soft swear at the sight of her breasts.

“Jesus, Kylie.” He slid a thumb over one berry-colored nipple, his mouth starting to water as it tightened further under his ministrations. “You’re goddamn perfect.”

Kylie wrapped her legs around his thigh, thrusting hard even though her eyes stayed focused on the hand cupped firmly beneath her breast. “Devon, please.”

Her throaty whisper raked over him like a touch, and he answered her request without words. Devon parted his lips over her nipple, sucking the beaded peak all the way into his mouth, working her in time to her thrusts against his thigh. Pulling back just slightly, he eased his thumb past his lips, alternating soft swirls of his tongue with rougher-edged touches from his hand.

“Oh. Oh God, don’t
stop
.”

Kylie arched upward, her spine bowing up from the cool, white bedspread to fit more of her against his mouth. Devon slid his attention to her other breast, licking, sucking, daring her closer to the edge until her hips pistoned against him. Unable to hold back, he yanked the rest of her clothes from her body, wedging his jeans-clad leg back between her thighs.

“Look,” he grated, the heat of her pussy driving him insane even through the layer of denim between them. “Look how fucking hot you are. How wet. How sexy.”

Kylie’s eyes drifted from his mouth to the spot where his body rubbed mercilessly against her bare sex. The friction had left a damp spot at the top of Devon’s thigh, and he slid over her again, this time harder. Her stare darkened with building need, turning almost midnight blue in the dim light of the room, and it loosened something low and powerful in his chest. Keeping a steady rhythm between her legs, he returned his focus to her breasts, rolling one nipple between his fingers while slipping the other greedily back into his mouth.

“
Oh
.” The high sound emerged from the back of her throat, turning Devon’s cock to solid steel, but rather than making him falter, her honeyed moans had him picking up the pace.

“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. Come undone for me.”

Kylie’s body went still and tight, motionless for just an instant before she began to tremble beneath his hands and mouth. He rode her through every gasp and every lust-blown breath, only dialing back his touch when her body finally went loose against the mattress.

“You’re a little overdressed for the occasion, don’t you think?” Kylie finally asked, her pointed glance still on the spot where her naked body came together with his clothed one.

An odd sensation Devon couldn’t quite name turned over in his gut. “We don’t have to do this,” he said, but she simply pinned him with that sassy stare that made him want her all the more.

“Let me ask you something.” She slid from beneath his body, kneeling against the comforter as she pulled him up to face her. Her hands dipped beneath the hem of his T-shirt, exploring the bare skin beneath it, and fuck, he couldn’t
think
when she did that.

“Okay,” he managed, helpless against Kylie’s touch. Holy hell, there went his T-shirt.

She licked her lips, kiss-swollen and flawless. “Do I strike you as the sort of person who does things without wanting to?”

“No.” His answer flew out, as unchecked as it was honest.

“Good. Because I’m not. I might be impulsive.” Kylie ran her fingers down the plane of his chest, her mouth curling into a wicked smile at the jump of his muscles when she went lower, then lower still. “But when I said I wanted this, I meant all of it.”

She freed the top button on his jeans with a quick turn of her wrist, and Devon was lost. Kylie felt too damned good to refuse, with her hands making quick work of his clothes and her lips hot at his ear. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his dark gray boxer briefs, she lowered the cotton until his cock sprang free.

“Ah.” Devon’s breath burst from his lungs on a sharp exhale, but it didn’t stop Kylie from circling her fingers around him in a slow, sinful glide. Her hand rode his cock with just enough suggestion to make him crazy, squeezing from base to tip. His pulse beat a wild pattern against his throat as she teased. Stroked. Pumped. But the sensation was too much and not enough at the same time, and finally he pulled back with a curse.

“I want to be inside you, Kylie.” As if to illustrate his point, Devon reached out, dusting a finger up her leg until he reached the sweet, slick spot at the junction of her thighs. She pressed her knees into the now-rumpled comforter and canted her hips into Devon’s touch as he slipped his finger inside the tight warmth of her pussy.

Kylie’s moan of approval twined around his. “Give me a second,” she said, sliding from the bed to the bathroom. His confusion turned to relief when she returned a few heartbeats later with a condom between her fingers.

“I might be impulsive,” she said, tearing open the packet and putting the condom on him with only a few easy touches. “But I’m not stupid. I keep them in my purse.”

Devon made a mental note to sing the praises of preparedness later. After they’d exhausted both themselves and her entire stash of condoms. “Come here.”

She pressed against him in reply, unabashedly naked. He gripped her waist, his hands wide and rough on her skin, and he laid her back on the mattress. Kylie parted her legs, knotting her arms around his rib cage to pull him close. The head of his cock brushed her sex, the wet heat sending a bolt of raw want sailing all the way through him, and Devon was done resisting. He thrust into her body, driving deep in one hard stroke.

And then he lost his mind. Or maybe he found it, because truly, he’d never wanted to hold onto something so badly in his life.

A moan slipped past Kylie’s parted lips. “Oh,
God
, Devon.”

Her inner muscles squeezed around his cock, her hips beginning to move in a deliberate glide, and he was powerless to do anything but meet it. He pulled away, just slightly, before thrusting back between her legs, the sweet pressure of her pussy gripping him tight as she stretched to take him completely. But the want was too dark, the need too urgent, and within seconds, he’d foregone every slow, sensual thing he knew Kylie deserved in favor of fucking her, hard and fast and deep.

But she was no wallflower. Kylie met every thrust with a moan, digging her fingers into his shoulders, fucking him back even faster. She was gorgeous and wild, her tawny hair tangled over her face, pale skin covered with the sexy sheen of her exertion as they pounded together over and again. Her core was so tight, so hot and slick around the heavy hardness of his cock that his control flickered, threatening to short out.

Devon knelt between her legs, flattening his palms over the silk of her inner thighs to spread her wide. Kylie’s stare glittered between them, landing on the spot where his cock slid into her sex-slicked pussy, and he gave in to the dark, deep urge to make her come. Without breaking the rhythm of their hips, Devon moved one hand from her thigh, burying his thumb in her folds just above where they joined.

Her nails curved into his wrists, the sting all pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her hips jerking upward to chase the movement of his fingers on her clit. “Please, just…”

The rest broke from Kylie’s throat on a cry. Her back arched, her body bowstring tight with the power of her climax as she came apart beneath him.

“That’s it, baby. Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” Devon whispered, covering her body with his to let the words fall over her skin and into her hair. He kissed her, searching for God only knew what, and a moment later, she began to move again. Dark pleasure uncurled at the base of Devon’s spine, and he moved with her, thrust for thrust. Kylie dropped her hands to the comforter, curling the fabric in tight fists and locking her ankles around his hips to hold him deep inside.

Too close. Too perfect. Too much
. He anchored his hands beside her on the mattress, pumping relentlessly as his orgasm razored up from his balls, the release so strong that it bordered on pain. Filling her to the hilt, his breath turned into her name, tumbling past his lips over and over as he came hard enough to see stars.

For a minute, an hour—fuck, it could’ve been a month—there was nothing but him and Kylie. Then Devon filtered back to the motel room, detail by detail, bit by bit. After a quick trip to the bathroom to deal with the condom, he returned to the bed, the reality of what they’d done, what
he’d
done, already spinning up in his mind.

But Kylie just pulled back the covers, reaching out to him with a warm, lazy smile, and his unease became something else entirely.

“We’re safe here, right?” she asked. “For a couple of hours?”

“Yeah.” Even though he knew he shouldn’t, he slid into the bed next to her and wrapped her in his arms. “I’ve got you, Kylie. You’re safe. I swear.”

Devon had never meant anything more. Even if he had to die to prove it.

Chapter Seven

Kylie slipped the last of her toiletries into her purse, giving her reflection one final look in the smudgy glass over the bathroom sink. The drastic change in her appearance still felt surreal, as if she were looking into a trick mirror that spit back someone else’s image entirely.

Although between the life and death danger she’d endured last night, the impromptu hair hack, and the undeniable post-sex glow lighting up every corner of her face, the concept of Kylie being a totally different person than yesterday really wasn’t much of a stretch.

“You almost ready?”

Devon’s voice was quiet and serious, just as he’d been since they’d woken up from their power nap twenty minutes ago. Between their pair of fast showers and the couple of protein bars they’d thrown back while packing up the room, she and Devon hadn’t had much of a chance to exchange more conversation than was necessary. But even though sleeping with him had been impulsive, Kylie had no regrets, and she’d be damned if she’d let him crawl back into that rough, gruff shell of his just because she was his buddy’s little sister and they’d had some really hot, really consensual sex.

Holy mother of God, the sex had been incendiary.

“Yeah. Listen, Devon.” She paused to follow him over the threshold and into the main room, the sight of the rumpled bedsheets sending a bloom of involuntary heat between her legs. “Before we go, I just want to make sure we’re good.”