Wicked: Tempt Me Not [Wicked Series Book 1] (7 page)

"Touch me, Holly."

His voice was soft, a barely there whisper over the sound of the water. His lips were parted, his tongue escaping to moisten them when she moved her hand.

He shuddered a breath when she did. The look on his face was her undoing. She was barely touching him but she felt the way his body trembled under her slight touch.

She knew where this would lead. He'd been hinting at it for days now. Is it what she wanted? Really?

"You're thinking too much,” he said.

Holly took a deep breath and looked at all the delicious flesh under her hand. This was Devin Shaw. A man hundreds of women would give anything to have and here he was, standing naked from the waist up asking her to touch him.

She closed her eyes, trying to think, and felt him move closer. The hand on her arm moved, trailing over her shoulder to cup the side of her neck. His breath tickled her cheek and she drowned in his scent.

"I want you, Holly. Don't think about it."

She looked up at him then. He was so close. One simple tilt of her head and she'd be able to taste him. She'd be a fool not to take what he offered. Lord knew she wanted him. Who didn't?

She'd never thrown her reservation away so quickly before but the look on his face melted her to the core. This man wanted her. Even if it
was
just sex, he still wanted her. Devin Shaw wanted her.

A small move of her hand and there was nothing left but him, the way his flesh felt under her palm. She took her time memorizing each curve and plateau. Each small dip and ripple.

His chest rose quickly under her palms. His nipples hardened by her touch. She swallowed the lump in her throat when she looked down the length of his body. He was hard, the material of his jeans straining against the erection he sported.

Holly felt dizzy, looking up at him through her lashes. His lips were parted, his eyes, she noticed, were the brightest green she'd ever seen. She stared up at him, her hands still gliding over his skin as he lowered his head.

She closed her eyes when he leaned down. She could feel his breath tickle her lips and she licked them on instinct. His fingers slid across her neck, making a slow path across her flesh before he cupped her cheek in his hand.

His lips still hovered above hers and she opened her eyes to look at him. He was so close, their bodies almost touching, and she craved his touch. She felt it in every nerve ending. They were screaming for it. Her pussy ached and her muscles trembled with every second that passed.

"I want to see you."

Her eyes closed the second his lips brushed hers. Light, soft strokes, his tongue darting out to tease and taste, and Holly's knees went weak.

She reached out with her other hand, holding onto his hip to steady herself.

He pulled her flush against his body and she breathed in the scent of him. The water trickled between them, soaking her clothes.

The soft caress of his tongue probed her lips and she opened her mouth, giving him entrance. Her senses exploded with the first taste of him.

Goosebumps pimpled her flesh, tingles racing down her spine, and each sweep of his tongue sent shocks straight to her core.

Devin's kiss bordered on ravaging. She'd never been kissed so thoroughly. She felt hot, her mind clouded and drugged.

His hand was at her hip, lifting the bottom of her shirt and she gasped when he lifted the material, his fingers crawling up her stomach and cupping her breast over the fabric. She broke the kiss and looked up into his eyes.

The heat was still there, more intense than before, and knew she was doomed.

Held prisoner in that one simple look.

The material of her bra was lifted and she gasped when his hand met her flesh. The warmth in her limbs intensified, the tingles running laps down her spine caused her legs to shake.

A light pinch to her nipple and his lips covered hers again. She gave herself over to the kiss, taking what she wanted, and was rewarded with a soft moan from Devin. She felt it vibrate in her chest, his fingers doubling their effort on her sensitive breast.

He was suddenly everywhere, his hands tugging her shirt over her head and tossing the wet garment to the shower floor. Her bra followed soon after, and Holly nearly screamed when his lips latched on to her breast.

Each stroke of his tongue, every hard suck on her sensitive flesh caused her limbs to tremble and heat exploded throughout her body.

He took what he wanted, like a man starved. His hands burned a trail over her flesh and she gasped when the button on her pants was snapped.

His hand snaked into the material, under her panties, and was parting her lips an instant later. The first touch of his fingers against her soft flesh and she bit her lip to keep from screaming.

He worked her clit with his fingers, his lips marking her flesh with every peppered kiss. Her body shook, her hands holding him for support, and it took him only minutes to have her screaming out her release.

She was trembling and swallowed to moisten her throat.

Devin grinned at her before pulling his hand from her pants and let go of her. Her eyes widened when he reached for the waistband of his own pants, snapping each button while he stared at her.

Just like before, she was mesmerized when he slid the wet material over his hips and revealed himself to her. His cock stood proud, hard and twice the size as it was at the hot spring.

She licked her lips, her gaze coveting everything she saw. When his pants hit his ankles and he stepped out of them, Holly looked her fill of him.

Naked and beautiful and ... all hers at the moment.

He reached for her hand, guiding it to his cock. His eyes rolled slightly at the first touch and Holly wanted nothing more in that moment than to keep that look on his face indefinitely.

She stroked him slowly, rolling his flesh in her palm and listened to his breathing. He threw his head back; the water cascading over his chest ran in small rivers across his stomach.

Bliss. That was the only word she could think of to describe the look on his face. Every move of her hand caused his face to contort, his lips parting to moan out his pleasure, and she doubled her efforts.

He bucked his hips, fucking himself in her hand, and Holly reached up and took what she wanted.

She kissed him.

He grabbed her the next moment, pulling her to him and devouring her mouth. The sound of running water mixed with his moans urged her own. He gasped, pulling away from her before clenching his eyes shut and spilling himself over her hand.

His body jerked, his hands digging into her arms and her name whispered from his lips.

When he finally stilled, Holly released him, washing her hand before turning the water off. Devin still leaned against the wall, his eyes closed and breathing heavily.

She turned, grabbing one of the towels and tried to dry herself best she could. Her hair was soaked, as were her jeans. They'd be hell to peel off now.

Hearing Devin move behind her, she grabbed another towel and turned, holding it out to him.

She froze at the look on his face.

Hunger. That was the best way to describe it and her insides shook when he pushed off the shower wall.

A hobbled step toward her and she was once again swept away in the most mind numbing kiss she'd ever received.

She dropped the towels, grabbed his arms to keep from falling, and moaned into his mouth a second later.

The heat returned to her limbs instantly, her body aching to be touched and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. It's all she could do.

His hands burnt a trail over her back, his lips sucking at her own before bruising kisses and small nips were peppered across her jaw.

"I wasn't finished with you,” Devin said. “I'm just getting started."

His hands were everywhere, his mouth marking her flesh with each kiss and she was powerless to stop him. She was putty in his hands by the time he started pushing her jeans down over her hips.

"Devin,” she said, gulping in air and opening her eyes.

Devin raised his head, looking down the length of her body. “Do you know how long it's been since I've seen a naked woman?"

Holly shook her head, unable to speak.

"Over a year. Over a year since anyone has touched me. I want you, Holly. I want to feel you underneath me and taste you when you come."

"Oh god."

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Holly managed to get them both out of the shower and dried, wrapping towels around them both, before helping Devin back to the living room.

Awkward silence filled the room and she found it hard to look at him. He wanted to have sex with her and would have been happy to do so in the shower if she would have let him.

She convinced him it was a bad idea. He could barely stand. How in the world was he going to have sex standing up?

He'd bought her explanation with only a mere complaint and moved in on her the second they reached the living room.

She had a brief thought of spending the next few hours sweating and screaming out his name. She was sure that was exactly what he had in mind but where did that leave them then?

There was still over a week of her vacation left. Could she spend it being some wanton fangirl?

She evaded his hands, putting enough distance between them that he couldn't reach her without taking a few steps on his own.

Her gaze swept over him. His towel hung low on his hips, barely covering what it needed to, and her mouth watered instantly.

Lord knows she wanted to. She'd spend the next week being his plaything and have only one regret. It was the regret she couldn't get past.

"You're thinking too hard again,” Devin grinned.

Holly looked away. “I know."

"What's going through your head?"

"I just don't know if I want..."

"Want what?” he asked when she stopped talking.

"If I want to be another notch in your belt,” she said, looking up at him.

"Who says you will be?"

She laughed and shook her head, turning toward the kitchen and going straight for the refrigerator. The contents were the same as they were this morning but she needed something to do besides look at him. He was too distracting.

"I'm not so delusional to know that when I leave here, you'll probably forget my name by weeks end. I'm just not so sure I can live with that."

"And if I don't?"

She grinned and looked over her shoulder. “What's the name of the last girl you slept with?"

Devin stared at her and had half a mind to just throw a random name out. She had him, and by the look on her face, she knew it. “Does it matter?"

"To me it does,” she said.

He nodded his head and sighed. “All right, you win. I don't know what her name was. Granted, I barely even remember it I was so drunk, but you wanted to know so there. I don't know who she was."

"And do you think she would care that you don't remember her?"

He shrugged his shoulder.

"I'm not one of your groupies, Devin. I won't be following you around the country, trying to get your attention so I can confess my love or proposition you for a night you'll never forget. When this is all said and done, I'll go back to L.A., back to my boring job, and that will be it. I may think about you every now and again but I won't debase myself by chasing after you with some delusion that you actually care about me. I know what this is. It's sex. Nothing more, nothing less."

"People do it all the time, Holly. You can't tell me you've never had meaningless sex before.” He grinned, but it died a second later when she turned her head.

Was she serious?

"Holly?” When she didn't move, Devin tried to take a step toward her. It hurt like hell, but he made it to the sofa before stopping.

She shut the refrigerator door and turned. “I need to get dressed. Do you need anything?"

He didn't answer her and she took that as a sign he didn't before darting up the stairs. He stood there, staring up at the loft wondering what went wrong. One minute she was screaming his name and coming in his hand, the next, scurrying off like a scared rabbit.

He sighed and shook his head. “I must be losing my touch."

Despite his mood when Holly disappeared upstairs, Devin was now on cloud nine. He'd dressed and grabbed his guitar when she practically ran from the room earlier and he hadn't seen her since.

He took his frustrations out on the instrument, playing every hard note he could think of until his fingers ached and his raging hormones had calmed.

Now, he sat staring at the song he'd been working on. The one so much different from anything he'd ever written before and it was finished. Finished because of her.

He'd sat there, thinking of her and the song he'd been playing with just flowed like rich wine. He thought of her face, the way she felt in his arms, and the sound of his name whispered from her lips and there it was. A finished song. His first in close to two years.

All because of her.

He looked to the loft. She'd yet to come down. He'd lost track of time, the sun setting without his knowledge, and the room had darkened.

Laying his guitar aside, he stood from the sofa, and hobbled toward the fireplace. He had a fire blazing and was just adding more wood when he heard her.

He turned his head, looking toward the stairs. She stopped when she reached the bottom and looked over at him.

"I'm sorry,” she said.

"Sorry for what?"

"For what happened."

He tilted his head to the side, watching her look at anything but him before standing. “You don't have anything to be sorry for, Holly."

Her shoulders slumped.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing,” he said. “I lured you into that shower with every intention of seducing you."

She smiled. “You aren't nearly as charming as you think you are."

"Yes I am,” he grinned. “Worked didn't it?"

Holly rolled her eyes and walked to the kitchen. She heard him chuckle softly and forced herself not to look back at him.

"Admit it, princess. I had you."