Taryn Belle - In For Keeps / Under His Touch

“I just wanted to know if you care, okay? I’m so—Jesus Christ, Kiki! I’m so fucking frustrated!” He punched his phone through the air.

Kiki wasn’t sure if it was because of relief or anger, but the tears she’d been holding back started spilling over. She did care— of course she did. And it had never been more apparent than in the past ten minutes. “So am I, Dev. And I...” A tear tracked down her cheek. He reached out and traced it with a finger, and then he slipped a hand under her chin. His eyes probed her face.

“What is it?” he asked.

Kiki’s chest filled with emotion. His voice was so gentle, gentle enough to make her want to spill all her secrets. She couldn’t do that, but she also couldn’t deny her desire for him any longer.

Standing on tiptoe, she reached up and pressed her lips to his. His mouth stayed firm for a moment, like he was waiting to see if she was really sure about this. And that just made her want him more. That he hadn’t made a move on her. That he’d been totally respectful of her, even if he couldn’t help what might have gone on in his pants. And that he’d gone about trying to prove her feelings for him in such a ridiculous, juvenile way.

She broke away from him and started laughing. Dev looked at her in surprise, and then he started laughing with her. He picked her up and lifted her off the floor, burying his face in her hair. “Jesus, Strawberry, what are you doing to me?”

“I don’t know, but I seriously need to get off this emotional roller coaster.”

He brought his forehead to hers. “You don’t need to ride it anymore,” he whispered. “All you need to do is let this happen.”

Then his mouth was on hers, confident this time. And so hungry for her, as if he were wrapping all the longing and uncertainly of the past five weeks into one perfect kiss. Hard and demanding, and yet soft at the same time. She brought her legs around his hips, pressing her body into his as if she could meld them into one. The bare skin of his chest felt heavenly against her. She opened up to him, making a ravenous sound in her throat as he bit at her lips with increasing urgency.

“I thought I’d never get to do this again,” he whispered hoarsely into her mouth. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve dreamed of you?”

His words were sweet music to Kiki’s ears. All the reasons she thought they couldn’t be together fell away into the abyss of their passion. “I couldn’t stay away from you if my life depended on it,” she rasped, throwing her head back as she dissolved under his touch. Dev’s tongue trailed down her neck. Still holding her around him with one arm, he made an animal sound when his other hand found her breast. She could feel his erection pressing into her groin. She forced herself not to rub against it like a desperately horny fifteen-year-old. “I’ll make you late,” she breathed.

“We’ve got plenty of time,” Dev replied, applying just enough pressure with his hips to make her lose her mind. “If I can’t walk on that stage tonight smelling like you, I’m not going on at all.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to cancel,” she teased.

“Are you really prepared to be responsible for disappointing fifty thousand fans?” His hand was sliding up her thigh now, making its way toward her panties.

She dropped her hand from his neck to his cock, which was now straining against his jeans in all its glory. She plunged her hand into his pants and watched his face go slack with lust as her hand wrapped around him. “Okay, rock star, you win.”

FIFTEEN MINUTES. THAT’S how long Dev knew he’d have until his stage manager came knocking on his door. But right now there was only Kiki and him. Dev’s entire world shrank down to this small room where their intense longing was all that mattered.

More of her. Finally.

When her ass hit the dressing table, she’d already yanked her skirt up around her waist. With her boots still on, she brought her feet up on the table and leaned back against the mirror. Then she spread her legs wide to give him a perfect view. Hot desire ripped through Dev’s synapses when he saw the wetness on her thong. He rubbed a hand over his erection, which was straining painfully against his jeans.

“That tight pussy,” he murmured, reaching for her panties. “Do you know how many nights I’ve pretended my hand was you?”

“I’ve had a few sleepless nights myself,” Kiki breathed, squirming as he cupped her right there. She bucked into his hand and let out a tortured moan when it hit exactly the right spot. “Rip it. Just fucking rip it off,” she choked out. “I need you now .”

“If you insist,” Dev said thickly, curling his hand around the pink garment. He yanked hard, and he heard the thin fabric snap as it pulled off in one swift motion. Then he dragged her hips toward him until she was balanced on the edge of the table with full access to her beautiful sweet spot. Like a man possessed, he brought his mouth down on hers again while his fingers went inside her.

She moaned as he drew her wetness up to circle her clit. Her body started to tremble as she arched backward, her chest heaving with barely controlled desire.

“My sweet little strawberry, I can’t wait to taste you again,” he whispered into her ear.

“Next time. Please, Dev. Just fuck me. I’m dying for you.”

Next time. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any better.

Kiki’s hands were at his belt buckle. He heard the arousing sound of his fly unzipping, and then he was in her hands, so hard he ached.

“Tell me you have a condom somewhere,” she pleaded.

Dev fumbled a drawer open on the dressing table. He’d yet to occupy a dressing room that wasn’t fully stashed with condoms, and thankfully this one was no exception. He snatched one, ripped the package open and got it on. His heart was pounding like an animal in heat. That face, that body, that pussy—he wanted to possess all of it. He pressed himself into her so his cock was lying against her clit. “Do you remember how I felt inside you?” he murmured, locking his eyes on hers.

“Perfectly. Now fuck me, Dev, or I swear to God I’ll finger myself again. But this time I’ll make you watch until I—” The words died on her lips as he moved his cock to her opening and pushed himself inside her.

Something akin to savageness overtook his body as he felt her heat envelop him. She felt even better than he remembered, the most incredible heaven on earth he could imagine. They were perfect together—so fucking perfect it defied all logic. Leaning forward on his arms, he drove into her again and again, ripping sweet whimpers from her swollen lips. His belt buckle banged loudly against the table, punctuating every amazing thrust. Kiki’s head fell to the side, her hair sweeping over his shoulder. “Yes, yes, yes!” she cried, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her breath was as quick as his as they desperately chased their long-overdue release. “Don’t stop, Dev. Do not fucking stop .”

He had no plans to, but the sight of her was driving him dangerously close to the edge. Beautiful. Primal. Completely consumed by pleasure. It was almost too much, and yet not enough. When his desire threatened to topple his control, he grabbed her hands and brought them above her head. She gasped, laid open, and brought her legs around his hips to pull him in deeper. The feel of her leather boots on his bare ass urged him ever forward. Every muscle in his body strained toward his own pleasure, but it wasn’t nearly as important to him as hers.

“Five minutes,” cracked the walkie-talkie. As Dev slowed his relentless pace for one stroke, Kiki grinned at him devilishly. “Should I tell them you’re coming?”