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they were isolated from the rest of the world, just the two of them driving through the darkness.
Every now and then he glanced over at her as he drove, but they didn't speak. She was glad. She was afraid too much talking would break this sensual spell. She wasn't ready to give it up. They reached her building and he found a spot in front. All gentleman again, he came around to her side of the car, opened her door, helped her out. She was a bit wobbly on her feet and he steadied her, his strong arm looping around her waist, so that she was right up against him. She caught a whiff of that masculine, woodsy scent and it went straight to her sex, soaking her.
“Here, give me your keys, Devin.”
She pulled them from her pocket and handed them over. It felt good to let him take over, take care of everything.
“ . . that's my job, to take care of you. ”
Yes. So nice.
She gave him her apartment number and he bundled her into the ancient elevator that held the papery, moldy scent of old books. She'd been to Paris once and had visited the catacombs beneath the city, those ancient caves lined with the skulls and bones of thousands. The elevator smelled exactly like the dim entranceway there. She hadn't found the place frightening, but rather fascinating and even beautiful in its own way. Did that make her morbid? Or simply someone who was attracted to the unusual? Perhaps it wasn't so odd after all, what she'd done tonight. That this supremely kinky man was here with her. That she was about to . . . what? She shivered all over just imagining what might take place.
He didn't let go of her as the elevator creaked up to her floor, his body deliciously solid against hers. The doors slid open and he moved with her down the hallway, found her door and inserted the key. The door swung open and he pulled her inside. It was warm in her apartment; she must have left the heat on. In the dark it seemed womblike. Safe, yet incredibly sexy at the same time. Shaye was still holding on to her. She didn't ever want him to let go.
“Devin.” His voice was a deep whisper.
“Yes?”
“Tell me if you want me to go and I will.”
“I want you to stay.”
He pulled her closer, until she swore she could feel the hammering beat of his heart through the clothing which separated them. She peered through the dark, could see the silhouette of his face only inches from hers.
Please kiss me.
“Are you sure? I want you to be sure. Because it isn't really fair of me to ask this right now, after you've been played for the first time.” “I know what I want.”
Please touch me.
“Jesus, Devin.”
    He crushed her body to his and kissed her, hard. She opened to him immediately and his hot, slippery tongue found hers. Her sex clenched, her whole body trembled with need while they stood just inside her door, making out like a couple of lust-crazed teenagers. He drove his tongue into her mouth and his hands were everywhere, sliding her coat from her shoulders, moving his mouth away only long enough to tear his shirt over his head, then hers. Then he was on her again, his lips seeking out her neck and fastening on the tender flesh there. She shivered with desire as he licked and sucked. Holding onto him, her fingers dug into his shoulders. She wanted her clothes off, wanted to be naked with him.
“Devin,” he crooned against her neck, his voice igniting a new fire within her. Pushing her back up against the door, he kissed his way down the front of her body. He drew his hands over her breasts and her nipples went hard against his palms even through the heavy lace of her bra. Her sex was drenched, wanting him to touch her there. His kisses were hot, sending heat lancing through her body, straight to her core. It was even better when he opened his mouth and dragged his tongue over her skin. “Shaye . . . please . . .”
He seemed to know just what she meant. With quick, clever fingers he undid the clasp on her bra and it fell away, leaving her naked and needy.