Deep Trouble: A MacKenzie Family Novella (The MacKenzie Family) by Kimberly Kincaid Page A

that, Kylie? Just close your eyes and let me in?”
    “Yes.”
    She opened her lips as her eyes fluttered closed. Devon stroked and swept, his fingers hooking beneath her chin while his thumb ignited tiny sparks with every touch. His movements grew more provocative, the tip of his thumb sliding into her mouth, teasing her tongue with a tiny flick before drawing back out. Kylie’s breath came faster, pushing out of her lungs, and oh, oh God, she felt his ministrations everywhere. The salt of his skin was heady on her tongue, his thumb teasing her mouth with just enough pressure to drive her crazy, and she bowed up from the pillows, in search of more.
    “Devon,” Kylie panted, her eyes springing open, and he raked her body with a slow, white-hot stare.
    “You want me to kiss you next,” he said, repeating back her words from when she’d first lay down in front of him.
    Suddenly, “yes” seemed like the most lacking word on the planet, but she said it anyway. Devon’s fingers moved from her mouth, joined by his other hand as he skimmed his touch to her hips.
    “Jesus, Kylie. Look how pretty you are.” He pressed closer to her on the bedsheets, and she tucked her chin to follow his warm-whiskey gaze between her legs. Her white cotton panties rode the bare, sensitive flesh beneath, the material transparent from the slick heat of her pussy, but Kylie didn’t feel vulnerable or self-conscious at the obvious proof of her arousal.
    “You like to watch,” Devon said, dragging a finger over the fabric-covered seam of her sex. “You want to watch me kiss you?”
    Her clit throbbed, her knees falling wide. “Yes.”
    “Then keep your eyes wide open, sweetheart. Because I’m not kissing your mouth, and I’m not getting up until you come.”
    In the span of a few pounding heartbeats, Devon had pulled off her panties and settled his body between her thighs. Kylie’s legs shook with need as he hooked one arm beneath the curve of her ass, his fingers splaying wide over her belly as he lowered his mouth to her sex.
    She nearly came out of her skin from the warm, wet contact. “Oh… God .” Kylie tilted her hips, her clit aching for the press of his tongue, but Devon held steady.
    “Keep watching,” he said. His free hand dusted over her inner thigh, fingers playing momentarily in the crease dividing her leg and her body before sliding in to part the folds of her sex. Spreading her wide, Devon teased her in long strokes, learning her with his lips and tongue. Heat built deep at the center of her hips, although whether it was from the highly intimate way he was kissing her or the fact that she was watching his every move as he did it, Kylie didn’t know. Didn’t care. Didn’t feel anything that wasn’t Devon’s mouth, working her pussy with hot, hard flicks of his tongue.
    She tried to form words to tell him how good he felt, but they came out no more than pleasured moans. Her hands reached down, one digging into the arm Devon had locked over her belly, the other cradling his head as he pumped his tongue into her sex. His expression was the perfect combination of reverence and intensity, making Kylie’s heart beat faster and the heat in her body explode. He shifted, sucking her clit past his lips in a sweet, punishing draw, and she came with a cry. Turning her nails into the hard muscles of Devon’s arm, she levered off the bed, pulsing and praying and unraveling until she’d run out of breath.
    “Did you mean what you said?” Devon asked a minute later, his voice vibrating against her still-sensitive sex. He pulled back to look at her. His eyes flared, both bright and wicked, but Kylie nodded without a second thought.
    “I did.” She slid over the bedsheets, propping herself on her knees in front of him.
    He raised up to meet her, lowering his boxer briefs to free his rock-hard cock from the cotton. “You want me to fuck you any way I want.”
    Desire rekindled between her legs at the thought. “I trust