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

you, Devon.” She circled his length with her fingers, pumping up and down. “I’m yours. All you have to do is take me.”
    Pausing only long enough to grab a condom and put it on, Devon gripped Kylie’s hips. His hard angles and tanned skin stood out against her creamy curves, but she loved the way his hands looked on her.
    And then suddenly, she couldn’t see them, because he’d swung her around on her bed so her back was pressed up against his chest.
    “I know watching turns you on,” he said, his breath ragged as it warmed her neck, her shoulder. “But it turns me on, too.”
    Kylie let out a soft gasp. “Then watch,” she said. Widening her knees, she bent forward, leaning until her palms spread open over the flat expanse of the headboard.
    Devon’s fingers tightened on her hips. He loosened one hand, using it to guide his cock to the slippery wetness at her entrance.
    But he didn’t press forward to fill her. “Gorgeous,” he murmured, and the slight brush of contact made her inner muscles clench. Finally, he sank into her inch by inch, filling her body until his hips were flush against her ass.
    “Kylie.” His voice filled her ears as he drew back, thrusting forward to stretch her again. Sensations ricocheted through Kylie’s body, then her brain, then her body again, each one turning her want into sheer, limitless need.
    She spread her legs farther, a dark thrill shooting through her blood as he moaned, pumping harder. “Yes. Don’t hold back, Devon.”
    “Christ, Kylie. You’re so damned tight.” He thrust again and again, hitting every sweet spot inside her. Their rhythm went from slow build to fast burn, making another climax flicker to life between her legs. She hinged all the way forward, taking him deeper, and when she reached between her legs to stroke her clit as he fucked her, their moans crashed together.
    “That’s it. Touch yourself. Feel everything.” Devon slowed his motions, and for a second, she nearly protested. But then Kylie looked over her shoulder, watching him change the tempo of how he fucked her to meet the movements of her greedy fingers, and oh God, it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen or felt. Friction combined with pressure, both spiraling faster and stronger and hotter until she tumbled over the edge of her climax.
    Devon tightened behind her, his cock buried to the hilt. “Ah. Ah , God.”
    Keeping him all the way inside, she bucked her hips against his, letting him feel the squeeze of her pussy as her orgasm ended and his began. His spine arched, his strong, hard body beginning to shake as he called her name again and again.
    And in that second, Kylie knew that she didn’t just trust Devon enough to give him her body.
    She trusted him enough to fall for him.
     
    * * * *
     
    Kylie dried her hair as best she could with the motel bath towel, ruffling her fingers through the tawny brown waves one last time before calling it as good as it got. She was starting to get used to the change—liked it better than the pink, actually. But one thing she’d never get used to was being on the run.
    Thank God the terrifying part was almost over.
    “Hey.” Devon appeared in the doorway to the bathroom that she’d left open while she’d showered, a protein bar in hand. “I know these are less than appealing, especially for someone who likes to cook, but you really should eat something.”
    “Thanks,” she said, brushing a quick kiss over his mouth before taking the yellow and red package from his hand. “Have you heard anything from Kellan?” Her brother’s flight was scheduled to land at any minute, and as soon as he was on the ground in Chicago, things would get crazy really fast.
    An image of Devon flashed through her mind, his hands on her body and his face caught up in the intensity of his release, and okay, some things might already be a little crazy.
    But God, he felt right.
    “No,” Devon said, bringing Kylie back to the reality of the here and now.