He laved the stinging skin and blew a stream of air over the wetness. “Tell me if I go too far. But I wonder if you just need a little distraction while I’m doin’ that.” He slipped his hand down her belly until his middle finger connected with her clit. His tongue and his finger rubbed each area in perfect synchronicity.

She was already embarrassingly wet and he’d barely touched her. When he teased the nub until it swelled beneath his finger, she fought against her normal response—to tell him exactly how to set her off. It was as much a test of her ability to hand her pleasure over to him as it was to see if he could set her off without any help.

About a minute later, Devin proved last night wasn’t a fluke and he didn’t need any instruction whatsoever. She couldn’t stay quiet; she couldn’t stay still when that first pulse throbbed against his finger. She gasped when his teeth sank into her nipple, harder than before, but somehow, it turned the pain into pleasure as she was coming.

Then he switched. He enclosed his mouth over her clit. His soft, wet tongue flicked over the swollen flesh, coaxing another orgasm from her as he pinched her other nipple hard. The second climax was short but intense, and she attempted to muffle her cry.

Her body quaked in the aftermath of back-to-back orgasms, and she focused on finding balance since Devin had knocked hers off-kilter.

Devin scattered soft kisses across her lower belly. “Look at me.”

Liberty peeled her eyes open and turned her head. He was right there, nose to nose with her. “I expect to hear you come every time unless I tell you to keep quiet. Don’t ever hide that from me.”

“Okay.”

“Now brace your hands against the headboard. And I do mean brace yourself, ’cause I need it fast and hard.”

She watched as Devin snagged a condom off the dresser and rolled it on. But even as he did that, his gaze roamed over her with such hunger she shivered again. There was no sign of the charming, laid-back Devin as he scooted closer on his knees. He grabbed her ass cheeks and slowly slid them onto his thighs, the crisp hairs on his legs scraping over the soft globes of her ass in an erotic glide.

Pressing the backs of her legs against his chest, he held her right ankle by his left ear as he positioned his c**k and drove into her.

He angled forward, curling his right hand over the top of the headboard and clamping his left arm over her legs as he pumped his hips. “Fuck, you feel good first thing in the morning.”

“So do you.” He looked good too. That mishmash of golden and dark curls was a tangled mess from her fingers. Stubble darkened his rugged face. There was a determined set to his jaw but a soft set to his mouth. And the way he f**ked her—hard, deep, without pause. Damn. First he’d made it all about her; now it was all about him.

He drove into her faster. Sweat dampened his brow. She felt the slickness of his chest and his increased rate of breathing. She couldn’t look away from him, hungering to see that moment he lost control. And when it finally happened, she bore down on his pistoning cock, her focus solely on the way his head fell back and how tightly his arm squeezed her thighs.

Devin came in silence, his expression fierce as he rode out his orgasm. But he didn’t remain lost in bliss too long. He slid her legs to the mattress and stretched out on top of her, burying his face in her throat. “Christ, woman.”

She reached around and ran her fingers through his silky hair just because she could. She’d wanted to get her hands in this sexy riot of soft curls since the first time she’d seen him without a hat on.

He nuzzled her neck. Then he lifted his head, peppering kisses across her lips, on her chin and then the tops of her br**sts. “You wanna shower first?” He looked up when she didn’t answer right away. “I’d like nothin’ better than to shower with you, but we’d end up f**king again, and I don’t want you to be too sore for what I’ve got in mind for tonight.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Yep.” He pushed up. “But I promise you’ll like it.”

Liberty crawled to the end of the bed. “I’ll shower quickly since you probably want to get to work.”

Devin’s arm snaked around her just as she reached the bathroom door, and he spun her to face him. “You’re okay with—”

“You f**king me raw and then kicking me out of your bed?” She laughed at his shocked look. “Kidding. I’ve been with you for a month, Devin. I won’t infringe on your writing time just because we’ll be banging the headboard in here. This change has to be positive for both of us or we should go back to the way things were.”

He crowded her against the wall. “No way in hell are we goin’ back. I just find it surprising”—he traced the frown line between her eyes—“or maybe I should say refreshing that you don’t wanna—”

“Monopolize your free time? I’m not a . . .” Shit. Wrong thing to say.

“Groupie. Say it.”

She lifted her chin. “I’m not a groupie, but after being naked with you, I know firsthand why groupies want to climb on and ride you like a f**king pony.”

Devin grinned.

“I can separate my job as your protector from the woman who’s your lover.” Her eyes searched his. “Can you?”

“In the past, any woman who’s been in my bed and on my bus wants me to act like a boyfriend all the time. That’s why it’s almost too easy for me to switch gears from it bein’ about sex to it bein’ about work. I didn’t want you to feel like after last night and this morning I was bein’ dismissive. Of you. Of this.”