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  Pausing for a moment, Devin leaned towards Alana and whispered, “Have you heard enough yet?”

  Smiling, she whispered back. “I’m fine. I like your story. Our story.”

  Sandra must have noticed their moment. “We’re going to get out of here and let you two have some alone time. Devin, we would love it if you can finish the story for us at the next club meeting? We want all the juicy details.”

  Alana sat shocked. Not about the request for juicy details, but the fact that Devin had been invited back to their sacred book club meeting.

  Devin looked to Alana for confirmation before speaking. “Of course, I’m delighted that you all would have me again.”

  As the group exited the apartment, Devin received hugs, praise, and thanks. He was thanked for sharing his and her story and praised for not giving up on her. Apparently the group knew she was a hand full.

  Devin wasn’t blind. He knew the group was being polite and appreciated their kindness. For the last few days, all he had been looking forward to was spending some alone with his wife.

  Chapter 22

  The Naked Truth

  Once they were alone, a seductive smile creased Devin’s face with mischief. “Finally, I got you all to myself.” He licked his lips suggestively and rubbed his hand together. “What am I going to do to you?”

  Was he purposely trying to rattle her nerves? Determined to resist his pull, Alana replied, “You’re going to do whatever I allow you to do.”

  The gleam in his eyes grew into seduction that gave way to a smug smile. He pointed out, “The look in your eye is saying a lot more than those sassy words of yours.”

  She didn’t respond. Being alone with him now, she didn’t know if she had the strength to fight the pull he had on her senses. Putting some distance between them, she started cleaning. Talking to him at a distance worked as she ambled around cleaning areas that had never been touched.

  Devin’s eyes followed her movements, tracing the lines of her body as she talked and worked. He’d seen her like this a few nights ago. She always distanced herself from him when she wanted him the most. Being demanding with his wife was a tactic that would never work, so he decided to focus his efforts in another direction.

  “Alana, you’re so much more than I could have imagined. You’re not some woman who wants to be kept and pampered. Although financial gain and status were presented as motivators, I have learned that neither of those appeals to you. I respect that about you. You intrigue me in a way that makes me want to know you on every level.”

  Although she wasn’t anywhere near him, his words reached across the room and grabbed her. “Where is this all coming from?”

  Arrogance had arrived. “Just thought I’d start a conversation so you could stop avoiding being close to me.” He patted the arm of the couch. “There is still much I don’t know about you. If you don’t mind, I’d like to get started.”

  Grinning, she hated to admit he was right. She stepped closer. “There is apparently a lot I don’t know about you either. Like the fact that you’re such a good story teller. I enjoyed our fake story; it was easier to take than the truth. But strangely, just between us, I think the true story of us has a certain character of strength about it.”

  He smiled, “I like that, character of strength.”

  Settling and getting comfortable on the couch, they shared a few notes of each other’s pasts. She sat with her back to the arm of the couch, knees bent with her feet only inches from his leg. Sitting in the middle of the couch, Devin turned towards Alana. He couldn’t take it anymore; she'd sat too far away. He beckoned with his head for her to come closer. When the head gesture didn’t persuade her, he reached for her. “Come here.”

  She peered at his hand for a few seconds before placing her hand in his palm. She’d wanted to be closer, but being romantic had never been her strong suit.

  Once Devin had her hand, he took the opportunity to get her as close to him as possible. Her only option was his lap. He drew her close enough to nestle his face in all of that curly soft hair of hers. All of those wild fluffy curls reminded him of her personality. She presented a tough and unruly demeanor, but close up she was soft and alluring. Closing his eyes, inhaled deeply before sweeping her hair away with his face until his nose found and nuzzled her neck. “I love being close to you.”

  The flow of his quiet words and the warm swish of his breath slinked over her skin and prompted her to encircle him in her arms. She found herself too overwhelmed by emotions to do anything but enjoy their closeness.

  Although this was unchartered territory for Devin, he didn't fight the effect Alana had on him. “You made me forget what I was about to say.”

  Giggling, she liked that she wasn’t the only one impacted by their closeness. The fact that she had the ability to make him forget something was astounding. His face lay buried in the fluff of her hair and neck as the warm flow of his breaths drifted down the chest. She leaned back a bit to look at him. “Devin, if you’re looking for a particular kind of romance or even seduction, I’m not that woman. I don’t have a romantic bone in my body.”

  He understood what she said but ignored it. As far as he was concerned he loved her just the way she was—prickly attitude and all. He had learned the hard way that he had to accept all of her or end up with nothing. She had already proved that she could walk out of his life.

  He painted her cheek with the light stroke of his lips. Continuing with slow ease, he didn’t stop until he was at the base her neck enjoying the way she shuttered under his lips.

  Tugging her closer, he ensured he kept his lips on the spot that had her breaths flowing briskly. Returning to her lips, he found them sugary sweet.

  His seductive words flowed into her ear. “I can’t ever kiss other woman after finding out how sweet and addictive your kisses are. You’re the last woman I’m going to kiss Alana.”

  She didn’t know how to react because no man had professed such intimate secrets to her. Her body heat climbed as his experienced hands roamed temptingly, exploring her.

  Devin needed to stop exploring his wife’s body because he was stroking a flame that was threatening to burn out of control. He had wanted her like this since the day they met. His hand accidently slid under her shirt, up and over her back and then made a journey around to the front of her. Her responses left a trail of heat and lust that she made no attempt to hide.

  When he cupped her breast seductively, she took in a sensual sip of air before biting her bottom lip. She arched into his grasp. Her body was on fire as she climbed the rest of the way into his lap, straddling him now. Overflowing with hot lust and desire, she didn’t care if it shattered her carefully constructed resolve.

  Dragging her top out of the way, Devin left hot and wet trails with his tongue. For his effort, he was rewarded with soft heat-filled moans that fed his ego. Big brown, thick-lashed eyes rose lazily to his, so filled with desire, that there was no misreading the language. She wanted him. The look sent shockwaves straight to his crouch closing his eyes for a second. Lips against her neck, he shuttered. Shit.

  Her nipples tightened into small tempting raisins as his mouth watered to taste them.

  When Devin’s tongue lick across her aching breast, wetness dampened her panties. When he took the tightened bud between his lips and sucked, she arched her back and closed her eyes to sensations that stopped her breathing. It was only now that she understood what her friends were saying about finding a man that knew the slow way around a woman’s body. Her husband had her in unknown territory, but she was enjoying this new land more than she expected.

  He made sure he treated each hard twin with the joyful delight of his seductive tongue. He couldn’t get enough of her. His intent to visit, ensure her safety and leave had been cast aside. He promised he would take his time and let her lead their relationship, but she was too appealing. Recapturing her mouth, he kissed her with a flaming hot passion. When his tongue entered her mouth, she eagerly accept
ed.

  Alana had no idea how she ended up leaning on the arm of the couch with one of her legs wrapped around Devin’s waist. Her other leg was pressed against the couch with Devin positioned erotically in between. Damn. She lost all sense of thought when he licked his way over her chest to her stomach. Her body tingled so badly, she was on the verge to telling him it was time she recant her vow never to consummate their marriage.

  Her soft moans motivated him as his mouth continued its lazy descent, nibbling on her hips and thighs through her thin loose fitting pants. He slid her zipper down and dallied with her hard nipples while letting his gaze penetrate her last bit of resistance.

  Devin couldn’t believe the amount of passion flowing from his wife. Her responses to him had him turned inside out. Fighting to manage anticipation and eagerness, his manhood screamed and pleaded for some of the action. Slowing his play, he wanted to hear her ask for more.

  Readjusting, he ignored his screaming hard need. He effortlessly dragged her body down on the couch so he could easily remove her pants. He tugged at her pants. “Do you want me to keep going Alana? I want to hear you tell me.”

  He enjoyed the show, taking his time as he teased her body. He was being masterfully seduced by her body. The way her skin kissed his hands, the smooth turn of her succulent curves, the unmistakable glint of lust in eyes as she watched his every move. There wasn’t a part of her he didn’t want to sample. He let her pants fall to the floor as he slid his tongue along smooth brown thighs. Tantalizing flesh warmed his quivering lips and heightened his need to enjoy more.

  Alana realized too late that Devin had used those devastating eyes of his to literally charm her pants off. She flashed what she thought was seduction. “I want you to keep going.”

  Devin was pleased. Her lingering gaze stirred his arousal. Alana had no idea what she was doing to him. He tugged her top until it was at her waist. The way her body responded to his every caress made this one of the most erotic encounters he had the privilege of enjoying. He’d never had the desire to take his time or be this intimate. Sliding his hot hands firmly over her legs, he didn’t cease his movement until he’d filled them with her luscious ass. He would never tell her but he had been eyeballing her ass since day one.

  Her breath hitched when he kissed her inner thigh and plied closer to her throbbing wet center. Alana was so turned on she couldn’t even remember him taking her bottoms. Hardly recognizing herself, she liked this new person she was becoming. Instead of being afraid of this unfamiliar path she was on, she was compelled to embrace it.

  Devin tugged at panties and she did nothing but raise herself off the couch to make the task easier. She watched and participated in her own peep show. Between her eyes opening and closing in pleasure filled snapshots, she caught glimpses of her panties sliding up her thighs, then over her knees, then back down her legs. Devin never let both his hands leave her body. He ensured a part of her was either stroked or caressed at every given moment.

  Masterfully, he concentrated on finding her most intense pleasure points. He wanted to ensure she remembered every splendid detail of their intimate moment. He strategically placed every stroke aiming for maximize her pleasure, licking his way closer and closer to the center of her body’s universe. His finger played hide and seek with one of her nipples while letting his tongue finally slide delicately across her clitoris.

  Alana nearly jumped out her body when his warm wet tongue introduced itself to her tiny hard jewel. She was too shocked to move and the sensations were too good to make him stop. Opening her eyes, she attempted to see what he was doing to make her feel so good, but as quickly, she had to close them again as his tongue slid opposite across that same spot. She couldn’t move nor could she release the breath caught in her throat. The amount of pleasure he sent into her body was too much. Her body was saturated to ignite and Devin had the matches.

  She whispered his name through breaths too shaky for him to understand. Placing trembling fingers to her mouth help muffle a scream. Unable to take it anymore, her words resonated as exhausting lust filled whispers. “Oh God. Devin. Devin.” Clawing at the couch pillows, her body exploded into trembling pleasure. Possessed by sensations too intense to control, she laid there and let the delicious currents flow through her. Panting and moaning, she couldn’t think. Her husband had lapped up every ounce of will power she possessed.

  Eventually, the spell broke as her head relaxed into the couch cushions.

  When she was able to think again, her eyes opened to her husband smiling down at her with a pleased look on his face. His arrogance was apparent. Jolting up, she put a hand up to her mouth, the other over her way too exposed lady part. She’d never allowed herself to be this exposed to anyone. She and her ex had done it mostly in the dark and half the time she didn't bother taking off anything but her bottoms.

  She asked one question. “How?” She had never experienced an orgasm before. Only Sandra and Kelly knew her secret. For years, she assumed that something was wrong with her, but her friends kept telling her she hadn’t found the right man yet. Now, she found that her friends had been right.

  At first, Devin was confused, but once he understood Alana’s question, his face broke into a sly smile. “So, I was your first, huh?”

  Immediately, she was sorry she had revealed her secret. Covering her face completely, she answered truthfully. “Yes.”

  While his fingers tranced the length of her thigh, he assured her, “That was the first of many to come. I can guarantee you that much.” To drive home his promise, he stroked her there, sending aftershocks of her orgasm traveling through her body. Devin realized his words were arrogant, but he planned to make pleasing Alana one of his main missions.

  Pulling him atop her, she wanted to keep the spontaneity of their actions going.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, her actions surprising him.

  An arrogant smile uncharacteristically bent her lips. “I may not be a romantic, but I know it’s not over. Since we’re being so impulsive, why not finish this?”

  Staring intently into her eyes, he found that her eyes allowed him to peek into her soul. Her cheek melted into his caress. “That part can wait. For now, it’s all about me finding ways to make you happy.”

  Her palms slid against the rough smoothness of his unshaven jaw. “I wish I would have allowed myself to truly see you before now.”

  He kissed her and unlike earlier, this kiss was more romantic—love spring from the press of his lips and cuddled her body.

  Alana noticed the difference in their kiss and couldn’t decide which she preferred—lusty passion or love.

  Devin’s emotions were becoming too overwhelming, so he cut their kiss short and got up. Reaching for her hand, he helped her to her feet. “Let me help you back into your clothes before I change my mind.”

  Smiling, she allowed him to help her back into her panties while putting her arms back into her top. Taking a seat, he eased her into his lap with a gentle tug. For once in his life, Devin embraced true happiness. He savored the sensation of his wife snuggled tightly against him. Using her hands to lift his face to hers, she kissed him so tenderly he swore his mind melded with hers. Her name fell emotionally from his lips, “Alana.” She claimed to not be a romantic, but little did she know, she had him at every turn. She had his heart so twisted, he hardly knew which way was up anymore.

  The intensity in her face reached into him and held firm. She palmed his face and let the intensity of her eyes soak into his. “Devin, I love you. I have for a while now, but was too afraid to acknowledge or accept it.”

  He sat there absorbing the impact of her words. A smile came slowly. Happy didn’t quite describe how Alana made him feel. She took him to a mesmerizing place he never imaged going. He had heard those three words from many women, but this was the first time the intensity of them froze his thoughts and made him acknowledge the certainty in Alana’s face. He realized that only Alana’s voice could make those words true.


  Kissing her back, he whispered, “I love you too. You have no idea how much. I ignored you for an entire month and for the life of me, I can’t figure out how I made such a tragic mistake. I promise I will never ignore you again.”

  His feelings for her were so deep and overwhelming he couldn’t contain them. His eyes burned as his heart fluttered in his chest. High on emotions; for the first time in his life, Devin literally didn’t know what to do with himself.

  Alana saved him from his first emotional meltdown. Her warm whisper kissed his ear and flowed seductively into his mind. “I want the truth. I want to know how it feels to be with someone that loves me.” Standing, she took his hand and pulled him after her. Letting his hand drop, she strutted ahead of him. Looking back, she called him forth with seductive eyes.

  Following, Devin’s eyes zoomed in on Alan’s luscious ass in nothing but those sexy black panties. Her ass was such a tempting treat, he was hypnotized by the firm roundness with just enough jiggle to drive a man’s good sense out of his brain.

  Devin’s eyes grew wide as Alana continued to walk, hurled her top over her head and left it lying in her wake. Immediately, he became brick hard; her bare back, all of that wild curly hair, her naked body in nothing but sexy black panties and her leading him towards her bedroom. Mercy. This was an unscripted fantasy.

  He didn’t know how, but he had enough willpower to stop at the door. His voice turned her around. “Are you sure you want to do this? You are sexy as hell, baby, but I don’t know if you can handle all the truth I want to give you right now. You have me so turned on I don’t know if I can control myself.”

  Laughing at him, she asked, “Have you been collecting arrogance your entire life or did it just seep into you over time?”

  Shrugging his shoulders, he presented a smug smile.

  Shaking her head, Alana realized for the first time that everything Devin’ had been arrogant about, he had been able to actually back up.