I trailed my fingertips down his cheek. “Should we get ready for bed?”
“Probably.” An eyebrow rose. “You’re not ready to go to sleep yet, are you?”
Fuck. I could’ve been exhausted to the point of nearly lapsing into a coma, and that devilish sparkle in his eyes would’ve hit me like a whole case of energy drinks.
I swallowed. “Definitely not ready to go to sleep.”
“Neither am I.” His brow furrowed, concern slipping into his expression alongside the heat. “How much are you up for tonight?”
There was a question.
“Uh. Probably not as much as I have been.” I leaned in and kissed him lightly. “Everything hurts, but I’m still horny for you.”
Oh God, I could never get tired of that smoldering hunger in his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.” I hesitated. “Maybe not fucking. My ass is a bit sore, too.”
Devon chuckled almost soundlessly as he cupped my face. “Pretty sure we can still entertain ourselves.” He started to move in again, but he hesitated, his eyes losing focus.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing. Nothing.” He shook his head, and his focus resharpened, locking right on me. “We could switch.”
“Switch? Like?—”
“Not Dom and sub. I don’t bottom like that.” He swept his tongue across his gorgeous lips. “But Idoenjoy being fucked sometimes.”
“Oh. You… really?”
He half-shrugged. “Sometimes. I prefer to top, but…” His grin melted my spine as he slid his hand up into my hair. “For the right man, I’m happy to bottom.”
“Do youlikeit, though?” I was suddenly out of breath. That seemed to happen a lot with him. “I don’t want you taking it just to?—”
His kiss shut me up. With one hand still in my hair, he wrapped his other arm around my waist and drew me in, and his soft kiss and hardening dick reduced me to a quiet whimper.
Evidently sure I was going to stop talking, he drew back and gazed at me. “When I’m with a man I can trust to do it right, yes—I love to bottom.”
I swallowed. “You trust me to do it right? But I’ve never… with you…”
The grin softened to a smile, and he ran the pad of his thumb along my cheekbone. “I trust you to do it right.”
Some part of me thought I should be thinking,no pressure, right?
But… no. There was no pressure.
“Let’s go in the bedroom,” he purred, sliding his hand up my back. “I want you to fuck me, Jack.”
I shivered. “Yes, please?”
He grinned against my lips, and we didn’t make much progress getting to the bedroom. I didn’t mind and he didn’t seem to either. What wasn’t to love about making out a little?
Aside from the part where we weren’t naked. And we weren’t horizontal. And I wasn’t balls deep in him—oh God, he wanted me to fuck him.
I broke the kiss with a gasp. “Bedroom? Please?”
Devon licked his lips. From the wicked glint in his eyes, I thought he’d insist we stay right here for another eternity or two.
To my great relief, he tipped his head toward the hallway.