A tender moment...Third Love Scene

After the birth of his first niece, Devon is overwhelmed with emotion. Isabelle is more than happy to share that with him.

It took twenty minutes of tears and happiness before everyone trooped out of the room. Cade and Piper headed back to Karen O’Riley’s to get Little Richie. Bob led weeping LuAnn to his Jeep. Devon took Isabelle’s hand as they walked to his SUV.

     Knowing he was caught in the moment and that everyone had gone off in a different direction, so no one would see, she didn’t say anything. When he drove them to her parents’ house, not his house, she also didn’t argue.

     They walked up the driveway, around to the back porch in silence and darkness. As she inserted the key in the lock, she said, “If you’re hungry, there’s some leftover shrimp scampi in the refrigerator.”

     She stepped into the kitchen and he followed her. The second she tossed her purse and phone to the breakfast bar, he slid his arm around her back and pulled her to him.

     “I’m hungry, but I don’t want food.”

     And her Devon was back. His lips fell to hers and he kissed her hungrily, his hands roaming along her back. She wished her clothes would just melt away so she could feel his touch, but before she could do anything about her clothes, he pulled away.

     “Let’s go upstairs.”

     “What? No trail of clothes?”

     He laughed and took her hand, leading her up the steps. When they got to the guest room, he kissed her again and his hands went to the buttons of her blouse. He removed it slowly, sensually, letting the soft material slide across her sensitive skin. Then he ran his hands along her back, soothing, massaging, before he found the closure for her skirt, opened it and lowered the zipper.

     Her skirt puddled on the floor. She stepped out of it and stood before him in a pink lace bra and matching panties.

     He said, “Nice,” before he pulled her to him and kissed her again.

He ran his hands along the curve of her waist to her butt then inched them to the bed. Still kissing her, he kicked off his shoes, slipped off his tie and removed his shirt. After he rid himself of his pants, he lowered them to the bed.

With his erection pressed to her thigh and his chest hair tickling her breasts, she felt a tad overdressed until he lowered his head and licked her nipple through her bra.

Arousal shot through her, but his movements were slow and gentle as he sucked the soft pink lace. Eventually his hand went to her back and the bra disappeared, but he didn’t increase the tempo.

She began to like the pace. The slow slide of his mouth across her skin raised gooseflesh but also filled her with something warm and sweet. For the first time, they weren’t just having sex. He was making love to her.

The thought of it brought tears to her eyes. She reminded herself of all the things she’d thought on the plane home. How she was a professional woman now. How she wouldn’t have time for a marriage or kids, but in spite of all that she couldn’t deprive herself of the pleasure of realizing they really were making love. She wouldn’t stop herself from noticing it. Appreciating it. Enjoying it.

He slid his hands down her torso, under her panties and pretty soon they were gone too. Running his fingers over her sensitive nub, he sucked harder on her nipple and she arched with pleasure. She knew if he didn’t stop, she’d climax too soon.

When he paused, she tipped him over with a quick tap on his shoulder. As he fell, she rose and ran her hands along his taut stomach, letting her lips and tongue follow her hands. Normally she would have tossed in a bite, but he’s set this interesting tempo that made her toes curls and her heart melt. Slowly, steadily, she tasted her way from his shoulders to his toes and up to the part that really interested her.

She took him into her mouth, and pleasured him the slow, soothing, sexy way he’d been pleasing her. She rose up and slid down, letting her tongue swirl and tease, until he sat up, took her by the shoulders and rolled her to her back.

After a smooth trip down her belly, his tongue wound through the soft red hair of her mound, down her clit and into her. He brought her to the brink of orgasm in seconds, but when she would have reached the pinnacle and tumbled over, he rose to his knees.

“You’re beautiful. You know that?”

The soft words spoken in a reverent whisper nearly did her in. So she smiled and deflected them. “You make me feel beautiful.”

He lowered himself to her. “No. You are beautiful.” He pushed inside her. “Astonishingly beautiful and perfect.”

With him filling her, she felt perfect. She almost reminded herself that thinking these thoughts, making too much of what they were doing, could be trouble. But after seeing Ellie and Finn and their brand new little girl, she couldn’t help being a little sentimental. She let herself go, let herself enjoy this sweet lovemaking session that might be a once-in-a-lifetime thing for her and Devon.

He slid in and pulled out slowly, leisurely, as if they had all the time in the world, until warm waves of pleasure enveloped her. They built on a steady incline until they burst into a tsunami of shudders that rocked her to her core.

He finished and rolled off her, but took her with him as he fell to his pillow.

“We had quite a day today, didn’t we?”

“Yes.” She knew he was thinking of the baby and their first time of being around his family together, pretending not to be in a relationship. But she was thinking of the catch in her heart when she raced off the plane believing he would dump her for getting serious when they weren’t supposed to. She’d driven like a mad woman to get to Harmony Hills, so afraid he wouldn’t want her anymore that she’d broken speed limits. Then a baby had been born and tears had come to his eyes and he’d made love to her with unbearable tenderness.

How was she supposed to not notice that? Or crumble because of it? The air between them was thick with emotion so sweet, her heart ached.

She swallowed and said, “You have a niece now.”

“She’s pretty, right? I mean I know all babies are red and wrinkled but I saw the spark in her. She’s going to be beautiful.”

She laughed and lifted herself up so she could look into his dark eyes. “Wow. Two minutes of holding her and you’re already wrapped around her finger. What’s going to happen when she’s three and cries?”

“I’ll be putty in her hands.”

“Yeah, you will.”

He laughed and ran his hand down her back, confusing her again. When was he going to make a smart remark, bite her, roll her to her back and plunge into her as if she was his own personal toy?

They talked for another minute, until her drowsy limbs relaxed and her eyelids began to droop. She felt sleep claiming her but couldn’t muster the strength to remind him he should leave, and she drifted off in his arms.

When she woke, sunlight poured into the guestroom window and he was gone. She snuggled into his pillow. It was still warm. His whole side of the bed was still warm.

He’d slept with her again.

And this time she sensed it was because he’d wanted to.

He might have left early enough that he could sneak through the bushes to his SUV so no one would see him, but he’d wanted to sleep with her.

Without warning, her heart tumbled over the edge. He was sweet and kind, and such a good person that it would take a woman of a lot more conviction than hers not to fall in love.

So she fell. She felt the tremble in her heart and the smile that came to her soul. And she let herself. Not because she was a fool. But because the night before he’d been so different. She might not be the most experienced woman in the world but Devon hadn’t just proved he could love without reserve, but he’d also shown he was falling in love with her too.

The only question was, when, if ever, would he admit it?

Devon's POV...Second Love Scene

Devon's very happy with their arrangement to be lovers...But though he doesn't know it, there's more going on than he wants to admit.

He let her taunt and tease him for about ten seconds before he took over the kiss. Slipping his hands from her waist to her back, he hauled her closer, tilted her head back and enjoyed.

     She was soft and warm and absolutely edible with no makeup, bare skin and hair that brushed his knuckles when he angled her head. Everything about her called to something in him, tempted him, tantalized him.

     “Ever have sex in a kitchen before?”

     “Oh, that’s just naughty. My mother would faint then call the board of health if she knew.”

     “Who’s gonna tell her?”

     She laughed against his mouth as her supple breasts pushed against his chest, causing him to realize she wasn’t wearing a bra. His hand immediately found it and squeezed. It melted in his hand, filling his head with ideas and making him so hard he could have taken her right then and there.

     In fact, that’s what he decided to do. He rose, lifted her from the stool and set her on the breakfast bar – barely missing their lasagna dishes. In one fluid movement, he had her shirt off, baring her breasts for him. He bent and took the first in his mouth, pulling and drawing until he thought his erection would explode from the sensations of having her.

All to himself.

Anytime he wanted.

Or at least after nine in her parents’ house.

She groaned her pleasure and squirmed a bit, letting him know she was as turned on as he was. He’d never met a woman like her. Quick to arouse. Eager for the fun of sex. Not just the romance. Though they could be romantic too. It was as if their moods and needs matched perfectly.

     Taking the second nipple into his mouth, he slid his fingers down her back and inside her yoga pants. Using both hands, he lifted her butt, dragging the pants down.

     “Whoa! Wait! Are you seriously thinking of having sex on my mother’s counter?”

     “I think it’s a little too high.”

     He scooped her off the counter, carried her to the couch, dropped her, and had his jeans off before she could fully sit up. To hell with his shirt. He hadn’t ever had this feeling of urgency. This feeling that if he wasn’t inside her in ten seconds, he would miss something fantastic. He joined her on the sofa, lying on top of her. She raked those pretty pink fingernails down his back and he just went crazy.

     He yanked her panties off and plunged inside her. She was as wet as he’d expected she’d be and as hungry. Though he’d fully intended to take whatever time it took for her to climax, he need not have worried. She came almost immediately, arching her back, pressing her breasts against him as her orgasm pulsed around him. Feeling the waves, he let go.

Isabelle seduces Devon...First love scene

Isabelle Cooper's had a crush on Devon Donovan forever, but he didn't even realize he existed. Now that they're working together, he's noticing her. At first she thinks he doesn't want to get involved with an employee. But the longer she works for him the more she realizes there's a lot going on, and she might have to be the one who does the seducing.

Isabelle smiled, suddenly understanding a lot of things. Virtually living in a suit and tie wasn’t the only thing he was accustomed too. He was so used to protecting his mom and brothers that he might not know how to stop.

He might be playing a game of Office Devon/Private Life Devon, but now that they were alone he didn’t have any trouble confiding in her. Actually, the ease with which he confided made her feel like he’d missed talking to her. He’d missed her. They’d been only twenty feet apart for five days, but he’d still missed her.

And try as he might to tell himself that the only thing between them was a sexual attraction, she knew better. Hell, the fact that he was here proved it was more.

She unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. “You might be used to dressing like this, but it’s not right.” She caught his gaze. “You’re worth enough money now that if you wanted to hold meetings in scuba gear everybody would just call you quirky.”

He laughed.

She undid the second button. “You don’t need to dress like Donald Trump for people to respect you. Once you start talking, it’s easy to see how smart you are.”

She looked up and saw him studying her. So she smiled. “You’re gorgeous, rich, smart, good to your family. I’d say buy the scuba gear.”

She opened the third, fourth and fifth buttons, revealing chest hair as dark as the hair on his head, a muscled chest and a stomach as flat as her ironing board. And suddenly everything became real. He wasn’t seducing her. She was seducing him. Because she liked him. She really liked him. And he liked her. There was a lot more going on between them than just sex.

She popped the sixth button, leaned down and ran her tongue along his skin. “I’m really hoping you have a condom in your wallet.”

He caught her hand. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

She nodded. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly what they were doing. Even if he didn’t.

“Okay, then let’s talk logistics. Having sex on a leather couch comes with problems.”

She couldn’t help it. She laughed.

     “That shaggy rug in front of the fireplace looks like fun.” He caught her hand, forced her to look at him. “But for our first time, I’d like it to be special. Do you still have a room in this house?”

     She swallowed. He had a habit of saying the most wonderful things casually. Which just proved – again – that he was a naturally good guy.

     “My parents turned my room into a guest room.”

     He caught her hand and stood up, taking her with him. “Sounds perfect.”

     She followed him up the stairs. He stopped at the top and she pointed to the first door on the right. Before she realized what he was about to do, he turned, scooped her up and carried her into the room that had once been hers.

“How very Gone With the Wind of you.”

He laughed. “I love romance.” He dropped her on the gray, white and gold bed spread that matched the gold drapes. “Just because this is just an affair that doesn’t mean it can’t be romantic.”

Her mind would have stuttered over his reminder that this was just an affair, except it was too busy swooning over the fact that he’d carried her into the room. Even the way he gently brushed her hair out of the way so he could find the back catch of her blouse was endearing. But when he lifted the blouse over her head and pulled it off, revealing her yellow lace bra, she suddenly became shy.

It had been years since she’d done this and now she was doing it was the man of her dreams.

Before she could cover herself, he leaned down and ran his lips over her chest, across the two arches made by her breasts.

“You are so gorgeous.”

Her throat tightened. Her womb clenched. Still, she managed to say, “So you’ve said.”

Even as he brushed his mouth over the lace of her bra cups, he shrugged out of his shirt, tossed his tie over to a furry gray chair that sat in the corner, and kicked off his shoes.

“And I only say things that I mean.”

He ran his hands down her back, then up again, until they reached the clasp of her bra. It gave with a pop, but instead of him instantly reaching for her now free breasts, he caught her arms and rolled her with him as he lay on his back.

Holding her gaze, he took the two slim bra straps and slid then down her arms, almost as if he was giving her time to adjust to the fact that any minute now, they would be naked.

Her bra slid away, but he still held her gaze. “You are amazing.”

“You haven’t even looked yet.”

“I don’t have to look to know you’re perfect.”

Then he kissed her. With one hand on the back of her head he pushed her down to him so that their mouths could meet. His kiss took away any lingering doubts she had, any fears that might have popped up because of inexperience and the passage of time.

As warm, open-mouth kisses stole her breath, his hands grazed her back, the dip of her waist, the swell of her bottom, before coming back up again and stopping at the button for her skirt. It gave with a flick of his wrist and the sound of the zipper followed it.

“Let me stand up and get rid of some of these clothes.”

His head tilted. “And rob me of the pleasure of undressing you? I don’t think so.”

“At least let me kick off these heels.”

He glanced down at her spike heels, then looked into her eyes. “Might be interesting if we kept those on.”

She laughed and rolled away from him, but he rolled her back. He said, “I’m serious,” before he rolled her one more time, until he was on top. Then he kissed her. But this wasn’t a nice, sweet, luring kiss. This kiss was long and deep. His tongue probed while his hands found her breasts, unerringly going for her nipples.

He pinched them and her breathing stopped as white hot need raced to her femininity. With one nudge of his knee her legs were apart and he settled in the cradle of her thighs, his erection pressing into the very place she wanted it.

Her center throbbed and she whimpered.

“Relax. This is going to be really good.”

“I have no doubt. But,” she swallowed. “I haven’t done this in a while.”

“That’s okay. I intended to do all the heavy lifting this time anyway.”

He kissed her quickly, then ran his tongue from her neck to her breasts. He kissed each one, then drew one straining nipple into his mouth.

This time she groaned as she arched against him. But he only suckled harder.

Pleasure pain exploded in her. He moved from one breast to the other, as his hands cruised under her skirt and began sliding it off.

Thankful she’d worn the yellow panties that matched her bra, she opened her eyes when he lifted himself off of her to totally remove her skirt.

He glanced from the yellow thong to her face. “Nice.”

Her breasts ached. Her core ached. And he was taking a second to admire her panties?

She reached up and grabbed his belt buckle. She opened it, opened the pants button and undid his zipper.

But he grabbed her hand, fell to the bed and rolled her on top of him again. “Impatient much?”

For a second she thought words would fail her, but if she had one trait she could count on it was that she would always ask for what she wanted.

“I’m not as impatient as I am needy. If you don’t get those pants off and get inside me in about thirty seconds, I can’t be responsible for what I do.”

He laughed. “Never tell a man that, Isabelle. We’re always just a little curious to see what a woman would do when she lets herself be totally wild.”

For god only knew what reason, she took it as a challenge. She jerked to the right, grabbed his pants and underwear, and yanked them down. As his erection sprang free, she almost gasped at the size of him. But she was done being the inexperienced girl from Harmony Hills. She was also done wanting him.

She raised her leg to straddle him, but he caught her shoulders. “Oh, no, you don’t.” He tumbled her to her back, spread her legs with his knee. He reached behind him into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. Still holding her down, he used one hand and his teeth to get it out, open and on. Then he yanked her hands above her head and shoved into her.

The feeling of him filling her was so good she expected to hear angelic choirs singing the alleluia chorus. Instead the only sounds in the room were her groan of delight and his sigh of pleasure.

“Oh, my God, you’re perfect.”

“You are too.”

He pulled out and pushed in and streams of pleasure rushed through her bathing her with warmth and joy. He pulled out and pushed in, pulled out and pushed in, increasing the tempo with every thrust until the pressure inside her built to exploding.

“Oh, my God!” She came with such ferocity she couldn’t stop the scream that burst out of her.

But he didn’t stop. He pushed and thrust harder and harder until the incredible feeling built again and exploded again. Her muscles quivered. Her insides throbbed. She arched so hard that she screamed again.

He gave two hard thrusts then came inside her.

“Oh, my God.”

He laughed and rolled beside her. “Oh, sweetie. That was nothing. Just a warm up.”

She sat up and blinked at him. “That for me was totally main event.”

“You are sadly inexperienced.”

“I believe I warned you of that.”

“So, we’ll do a little schooling.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Oh, really? And just what do you intend to teach me.”

“To relax with your body for one thing.” He scooted up until he was sitting, leaning against the dark walnut headboard. Then he took her hands and pulled her over until she was on his lap, straddling him.

His hands slid from her back to her ass, which he squeezed. “I love your ass.”

She loved when he touched her ass.

He moved his hands from her butt to the outside of her thighs. “You have great legs.”

His fingers slid to the inside of her thighs. “Soft skin.”

He ran his forefinger along her mound. “And you’re a natural redhead.”

She laughed, surprised at how good it felt to be with him like this. Not nervous. Not afraid. Curious as all hell, but not afraid.

His ran his finger down her clit, circled it, then slipped it inside her. Warmth filled her.

“You’re very warm and wet. I could have come the second I shoved into you.”

She swallowed.

His finger still inside her, he leaned forward and bit her breast, then he kissed it, then he took the nipple into his mouth.

She arched back and his finger began to move. His thumb pressed to her clit as his tongue and teeth worked her nipple and those glorious feelings filled her again. He pulled his thumb up, then pressed again and everything inside her jumped. As his fingers worked their magic, his thumb pressed and his mouth tugged on her nipple the pleasure pain built until it exploded and she cried out.

Then he whipped her to her back and his hardness replaced his fingers. He pushed in and pulled out, milking her orgasm, until the heat was so intense she thought she’d die from it.

Then he growled in her ear and his climax shuddered through him.

Isabelle gasped for a breath as he rolled off her. She should have been exhausted. Every muscle and bone in her body had felt that last orgasm. And they hadn’t even been in bed thirty minutes.

“I concede. You are good.”

“Sex is about pleasure. It’s not hard to be good when you keep the objective in mind.”

She laughed. He pulled her beside him and snuggled her against his side. “Our food is getting cold.”

“We could bring it up here.”

“Wench! You want to do it again?”

“You did tell me about special tricks.”

He laughed. “I’ll get the food.”