Meet Devon

Devon is The Man in THE CRIB, my first novella for Kensington.

Him and Lexy are pretty hot together. Here’s a short bit of one of his best scenes. 😛

UNEDITED EXCERPT:
“Strip.”

We�d just stepped into the motel room and I�d went straight to the bedside table to flick on the lamp there, but froze at his command. My heart kicked in my chest and my nipples hardened to the point of pain.

I turned on my heel and saw Devon shrug out of his jacket before he dropped into the upright chair next to the small table just inside the door. If any other man had spoken to me in that tone I�d kick his ass, but when I saw tenderness lurking below the heat in his intense gaze, his attitude became exciting, not demeaning.

Reaching up I played with the top button on my blouse. Keeping my eyes on him I moved from one
the next, slipping them through the holes, without moving closer to him or saying a word. When my blouse hung open I slipped one hand under the cloth and cupped a breast. Scraping my fingertip across my nipple it stiffened even more, aching for a firmer touch.

“Take it off. The bra too” Devon�s voice was husky with arousal, his own hand drifting over his groin to make an adjustment. �I want to see you touch yourself.�

With slow sure movements I slipped the blouse from my shoulders, and removed the black push up bra I�d been wearing. Licking my lips, I closed my eyes and cupped the weight of a breast in each hand, squeezing lightly while I pinched my nipples between finger and thumb.
Arrows of pleasure shot from nipple to groin and a sigh of longing spilled from my lips. It felt good, but I wanted him.

Opening my eyes I watched him watch me as I reached back and undid the clasp on my skirt. With a little shimmy of my hips the skirt dropped to the ground and I stood in front on him naked but for my thong, and my shoes.

Unwilling to let him know just how much I wanted him to touch me I sat on the edge of the bed across form him and spread my legs crudely.

Licking a finger I trailed it down the center of my chest, across my belly and slipped it beneath the elastic edge of my panties. Devon�s lips parted and his tongue darted out as he watched the movement beneath the black lace.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“So good,” I whispered, shocking myself by answering him, egging him on. “Slick and wet. Ready to be filled.”

A low groan rumbled out of him and he made quick work of the buckle of his chaps, as well as his jeans. In seconds he had both pushed low on his hips and his cock bobbed out in the open, hard, thick and proud. My mouth started to water as his fingers stroked it lightly up and down.

“Take off your panties.”

When I hesitated for a second his eyes met mine. “Please.”

Some men might think saying please to a woman made them less, but Devon was confident and assured, and the word flowing from his lips only made me want to do whatever he asked. With one quick move I was rid of the thin lace.