Chapter Nineteen
We reached the door, him walking in front of me.
Two steps lower than him, I found myself staring right at his ass. My eyes widened as I took in the view. Taking a deep breath, I tried to control my strong desire to jump him.
Finally, the door was open and I was inside his house. I breathed a sigh of relief, not sure I could have handled staring at his ass for much longer without doing or saying something stupid.
“The living room is through there.” He pointed to his left. “Or you can come with me into the kitchen.”
I eyed him suspiciously as a little smirk played on his lips. I couldn’t tell if the kitchen remark was a reference to the other day at my house, or just coffee. “I’ll follow you.” I finally responded, my eyes narrowed. “Nothing sexier than a man making espresso.”
Really Kait? That’s the best you have?
I wanted to hit my head against the wall. He at least looked amused as he took off into the kitchen shaking his head with me right behind him.
“Nice kitchen.” I commented. That was an understatement. His kitchen was huge, with grey and white tones. All the latest appliances could been seen, all brand new. “Do you like cooking?”
“I do actually.” He looked surprised by my question. “After a long day at work, it relaxes me. My job gets quite stressful, so it’s good to have a release.”
I’m not sure why, but I blushed. Again. Hearing him say the word ‘release’ had my mind wandering to things that were much dirtier than cooking.
“So,” I sat down on one of the three stools that lined the kitchen counter. “Do you think I should tell Neri?” I crossed my arms and leaned over the counter, stretching my hands flat against the marble surface.
Devon glanced at me. “It’s a hard one. I mean, it might be nothing, but on the other hand, kids can sense things anyway. I think it would be harder for them to deal with not knowing anything, if that makes sense.”
It did. It made a lot of sense. Why couldn’t he have just texted that to me when I asked him that?
A little voice in the back of my head answered.
Because he wanted to see you. He handed me a coffee. I got up, following him into the living room. Like the kitchen, the living room was huge, with the same grey tones and modern furniture.
“Nice.” I commented. He shrugged, looking around.
“I like it. I don’t get much time to relax, so when I do, I want to enjoy it.”
“Yes, you like to release.” I said, before I could stop myself. I stiffened at his amused expression.
Why did I say that? Was that why I was here? Was I just a convenient way for him to relax? The idea irked me as I tried to shake it off.
“Are you okay, Kaitlin?” Devon looked closely at me. Did he have no idea the effect he had on me? How could he possibly be so oblivious?
“I’m fine. Tired.” I sighed. “Maybe I should go. I will call a cab.” Devon reached out and touched my arm. I froze, his fingers gently stroking my arm. I relaxed back into the seat, silently wishing I had more resolve.
Why couldn’t I just get up and leave?
“Please don’t leave yet.” He spoke quietly as he leaned over and kissed me. “I’m sorry if the other day I made you feel less than you’re worth. That was never my intention.” He gently kissed my neck, working his way down. “You’re worth the world, Kaitlin.” He whispered, gently tilting my neck as he kissed his way back up along it. I breathed in as his lips joined mine.
Turning my body to face him, I sighed as he kissed me deeply. I wanted him so badly. I needed him, and I so badly wanted him to want me. More than I was willing to admit to myself.
“Devon…” My voice trailed off, the words falling away as his hand slipped under my shirt.
He unbuttoned my shirt with a sense of urgency. Cupping my bra, he rubbed my breasts, our lips entangling in a long, sensual kiss. He stood up, bringing me with him.
“Come with me.” I smiled as he undid his shirt, throwing it on the ground. I stepped over it, following him down the hall. We entered his bedroom, him walking backwards towards his bed, taking the view of me half naked in.
“Take off your bra.” I obliged, reaching behind me to unclasp the little metal clips. My nipples hardened as he stared at me, a look of longing in his eyes. I tried to read him, to see what he wanted from me. He stepped closer to me, so we were touching. He ran the back of his hand down my cheek, down my neck, and over my breast, stopping short of my naval. I shivered.
“Wow, you are so beautiful. You’re such a sexy girl, Kait.” Pushing me back on the bed, he circled his tongue around the point of my nipple, watching me as I watched him.
I bit my lip as his hands made their way down to my sex. He traced his finger along my entrance, through my underwear. His touch made me wet, so ready. He smiled, obviously enjoying the effect he was having on my body.
Then suddenly he stopped.my heart pounded as I wondered what had happened?
“I will be right back.” A wicked expression spreading across his face. I watched him disappear out of his room. Now I was just plain curious.
Where the hell had he gone?
I took the moment to ease myself out of my skirt and my underwear, laying back naked on my elbows bed when he re-appeared in the doorway.
“How did you know?” I giggled like crazy when I saw him standing before me in his police uniform.
There was something about a man in uniform that made every woman crazy, and I was no exception. Then I saw the handcuffs swinging from his hip.
“Handcuffs, Mr Walkerson? What makes you think I am going to let you use them on me?” I teased, already gripping the bedhead, ready and willing.
“What makes you think I am asking?” He slowly made his way toward me. “I think you need to be taught some manners.”
I shivered as Devon reached for my arm. He eased the cuff over my wrist, snapping it into place. He lifted both my wrists above my head, locking the other cuff around the bar on the bedframe and over my wrists. I jumped as it snapped into place. He sat on the edge of the bed.
“Holy shit, you’re amazing.” He stood over me, gazing down at my naked body. The sight of him in his uniform had me almost ready to orgasm. He pushed my legs apart, positioning himself on the edge of the bed, his mouth inches from my sex.
He gently blew on my opening, an action that sent ripples of ecstasy through my body. I wanted him so much, and the more want I showed, the more he teased me. Using his index finger, he traced the outline of my sex.
“Oh!” I gasped. The feeling was almost too much. Almost, but not quite. I gasped again as his mouth enclosed over me, his tongue working in ways I’d never knew were possible. He knew just the spot. My hands pulled against the tightness of the cuffs, wanting to break free, but at the same time aroused by the restraint.
“Oh lord, yes!” My back arched, as he slid his hand behind me and pushed his tongue further inside me. I longed to grab hold of his hair and push him harder, deeper. “Yes!” I screamed, finally releasing the climax from my body.
He made his way up my naked body, smiling, licking my taste off his lips. He pushed my legs apart and speared me with his length. I gasped again, his thickness triggering further feelings deep inside me. I took him in, straddling me from above, his uniform soaked with sweat and pleasure.
There was something so unbelievably sexy about being f*cked by a cop. It didn’t take him long to explode inside of me, the warmth of his excitement still apparent through the thin skin of the condom. He collapsed on top of me, cursing softly to himself as he came.
“There are not enough words to describe how sexy you are, Kaitlin.” He rolled off me, and faced me. His finger gently stroked my bare stomach.
“Are you going to un cuff me?”
“I don’t know, I’m kind of loving the look of you right now.” That sexy smile spread across his face again as he leaned in for another kiss. He reached above me and unlatched the handcuffs. I moved out from under him, pushing him down on the bed.
“God, Kait…” He gasped as my body grinded against his. “That was amazing.” He breathed, trying to recover his breath.
I smiled. I wasn't done with him yet. I pushed him onto his back, and straddled him, gently kissing his lips, whilst rubbing myself against him. I could feel him getting hard again. He rolled me back onto the bed, cupping my hands to the bed to show me he was in control.
He kissed my lips, my neck, my chest, my nipple, and then my lips again. He let go of one hand, and traced the outline of my body. I shivered at his touch. He began to tease me, feeling how ready I was. I gasped as he began to rub me. Gently at first, picking up momentum as I began to climax. At the very last minute he entered me and we both exploded simultaneously.
“Wow.” I sighed “You’re pretty amazing, Detective Walkerson.” I muttered softly, tiredness overpowering all my senses. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was Devon, lying beside me, smiling as he stroked my arm.