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  All I knew was it tasted like something fit for God and the host of heaven. It was perfect for me and my sweet tooth. Also gave me back my appetite.

  “It’s beyond me a little woman like you can eat so much,” he remarked when I took the last bite of my share of profiteroles.

  “Hey, you’re not supposed to say that to me,” I answered, pretending to pout. “Talking to me like I’m swine.”

  He started to laugh. “Kelly, I’m actually serious. Where the hell does it go?”

  He looked me over as I hugged my knees to my chest on the sofa.

  “That better be a compliment, Mister, or I’m leaving. Running away crying.”

  “It’s a compliment. Means you can eat whatever you want and still look perfect. Most women would envy you. I’m sitting here envying you.”

  “Well thanks.” I smiled. He’d been sitting over by the love seat while we ate but he moved over to sit next to me and I shuffled so I could face him.

  I felt as comfortable here as I did back at my place. It was strange how that worked. It wasn’t the apartment though. It was him.

  “What happened to your other place? You liked it there. I always thought you might buy it.”

  When he tilted his head to the side a lock of hair fell over his eye, giving him that extra to add to his charm.

  “I would only have bought it because you liked it.”

  “Didn’t you like it?” I smiled. “It looked like the perfect bachelor’s pad.”

  “It wasn’t a bachelor’s pad. That was a house for a couple. It was nice when you stayed over. It was the kind of place you couldn’t keep without the woman.” He never took his eyes off me as he spoke, and each word held its own meaning. Its own weight of importance.

  “Oh, so this dinky little place is better?” I decided to tease.

  “Hey, dinky?”

  “Dinky. It’s dinky and looks like the kind of place from Breaking Bad with a meth lab in the bathroom.”

  I started to laugh when he gave me an incredulous glare. He laughed too.

  “Oh my God woman, you’re totally killing me here. Meth lab?”

  “Devon. Look at the place. You could barely swing a cat around the kitchen.”

  He just shook his head at me, then shuffled and stared at me.

  “The coin told me to go with the place. It’s near work.”

  “You and that stupid old coin,” I threw back.

  He pulled it from his back pocket. Earlier when we came inside he’d gone over to the drawer on the desk and took it out.

  He flipped the coin and it landed on heads.

  “Heads, she came back to me,” he said with a nod. “It’s not stupid if it’s right.”

  I stared at him and couldn’t resist touching him. I reached out and ran my finger over his chest. It was just like I used to. He looked down at my hand and his smile turned up a notch.

  “Devon, I swear you’re the only one with a coin that predicts the future. Most people simply toss a coin to find out if they should do something.”

  “Mine is twofold.” That smile of his inched across his sensual lips and lulled me to stare…and stare. Taking in the curve that dipped the side of his mouth and brought out the dimple in his left cheek.

  Explore…I was already doing it.

  Devon was the kind of guy you’d just get lost staring at because of the masterpiece he was, but most of all what drew you in from first sight was his personality. The thing inside him that made him unique.

  While I stared at his lips, he watched me. Watched like he was analyzing me and waiting for me to say something. Or do something.

  I was fixated on the very, very distinct war that raged within me. A war between my inner desire and logic. Logic told me to be careful. Exploring didn’t mean losing myself. Inner desire forbade me to rely on logic just like it always did when it came to Devon.

  The rules somehow didn’t apply to him. That was how he’d gotten to me in the first place.

  He was the exception.

  Always the exception.

  Because he was, I knew he could always tell what I was thinking. He was doing it now.

  So when he smoothed his hand over my cheek and lowered to kiss me I moved to him too. He knew me and knew I was scared. Scared to let go and trust again.

  Scared to explore and have it lead nowhere. However, just like that first time years ago when this man bamboozled me into being crazy for him, I pushed it all aside the minute his lips touched mine.

  It started with a spark as our lips brushed. Then the spark grew and ignited, fueled by passion, want, and desire.

  Like a flame tossed on gasoline, the heat washed over me at lightning speed. It burned me right from the center of my being, the core of my soul. Deep inside me, unleashing all that I was.

  One kiss and he had me.

  Lost. Lost in the moment, lost in him with no choice to return to logic.

  I abandoned it with reckless desperation.

  As his hot, wet tongue swept into my mouth I moaned with the desperation that cascaded through me. Moaning and arching into him.

  He slipped his hand behind my head and pulled me closer, pulling me flush against his chest. The hard walls enticing me to touch him. Just like I did last night.

  When I pressed my hands against him the groan that rumbled deep in his chest made me wet. I’d always taken pleasure in whatever effect I could have on him.

  Our kiss turned hungry, then greedy, then scandalous as I sucked on his tongue and he cupped my breasts. Squeezing and kneading, flicking his finger over my diamond-hard nipples.

  His hands slipped to the crook of my neck where he sucked on the skin and shoved the straps of my bra and top down my shoulders. His lips felt so good on me, but so did his hands with the way he squeezed my breasts.

  He continued the wildness. Kissing and feeling his way over me, making me gasp and groan and moan from the mindless ecstasy.

  Devon only paused momentarily to pull my top over my head, toss it to the side, then undo my bra.

  I smiled at him when he looked at me and I thought I’d speed things along by throwing that to the side too. He caught my waist as I moved and held me still.

  “I want to enjoy every part of you. Everywhere,” he told me, speaking in a smooth low voice. Purposely seductive.

  “You can have me,” I answered.

  He drew me closer. “You mean it? I can have you?”

  I nodded. “Yes, I mean it Devon.”

  His eyes darkened with desire to a hue that reminded me of the sky on the edge of sunset. Like the in-between stage of afternoon and evening. The look in his eyes was one I’d only ever seen for me.

  He smiled when I tugged on the hem of his t-shirt and pushed it over his head. I wanted to get reacquainted with his body but the need he gripped me with sucked the idea out of my head.

  Later, I’d do it later. He’d said he wanted to enjoy me everywhere, every part of me, everywhere. I’d allow him to because I would do the same to him later.

  He pushed me on to my back so that I rested against the large fluffy cushion and closed his mouth over my left nipple. He sucked hard and flipped his tongue across the tips, hardening them even more.

  Just so the other nipple didn’t get left out he teased the neglected breast, catching it between his thumb and forefinger. Teasing in a way that made me come undone in his arms as the pleasure swept through me.

  When he moved to suck the nipple he teased; tension coiled deep within my groin and rose on the wave of a crescendo. Rising into what I knew would be a vicious orgasm. He knew too.

  He would. Nobody knew my body the way this man knew me. He knew exactly what to do to pleasure me. He knew things even I didn’t know. Just like the exact moment to touch me when I was like this and send me straight over the edge.

  I gasped as the orgasm took me and reached for him when he lifted his head from the wild suckle and gave me a wicked s
mile.

  Before I could catch my breath he shoved my skirt up to my waist, moved my panties aside, and pushed his fingers inside my core.

  I cried out from the intensity and called out his name as he replaced his finger with his tongue. He moved so fast I’d barely registered what he was doing until he did it.

  First his fingers working me, then his tongue taking over drinking me up and licking over the hard sensitive nub of my clit. It was another clash of emotion that made me lose myself.

  “Devon…” I cried breathlessly as he continued to eat me out.

  He answered with more pleasure when he smoothed his hands up to my breasts and started stroking over my nipples again.

  It left me gasping.

  By the time he was finished with me there was no need to question if I felt good or if he’d left me with the effect he was going for.

  He pulled my skirt and panties down at the same time, leaving me naked.

  He stood to shrug out of his jeans and boxers, unveiling the length of his massive cock.

  My mouth watered at the sight and instinct drove me to take it. He was already erect and ready, and I was ready for him to be inside me. I just couldn’t resist the urge to taste him.

  I wrapped my fingers around the base and he groaned, lacing his fingers through my hair when I bent low to take him into my mouth.

  “Fuck, Kelly…I won’t last. You’re too fucking good at that.” He groaned when I sucked harder, working my mouth over him from base to tip.

  He reached for my breasts again as I sucked him and fondled my nipples, giving me pleasure too.

  When his cock hardened even more under the pressure of my mouth he clamped his hand down on my shoulder, stopping me from continuing. I moved back and smiled at the pleasure-filled expression on his face.

  “I want to finish inside you,” he said in a hurried voice.

  “I can make that happen,” I promised.

  “You better baby.”

  He moved me so that I was on my hands and knees on the sofa, then reached for a condom from the pocket of his jeans.

  I watched in pure delight when he sheathed himself with it and positioned himself behind me .

  He guided the fat head of his cock to my entrance and I turned back to face the wall when he pushed in. He thrust in deep, making us both cry out from the intense pleasure.

  I gasped, sucking in a deep breath to steady myself. He inched deeper and started a slow grind of pumps that made me moan.

  The slowness built up, then he moved faster, then the world shifted.

  It shifted then faded and all I knew was the wildness with which he took me.

  Pumping fast, then fucking me hard. My hair fell forward over my face and my breasts bounced painfully against my chest with every stroke.

  Rough strokes shook my body as his cock seared into me again and again.

  And again.

  Raw, carnal desire pushed us over the edge now.

  Hot, primal need that could only be satisfied by giving in to it.

  He moved faster and that was when we both felt it. I did from deep within, and he tensed against me.

  In the height of pleasure we climaxed together when another ravenous orgasm tore through me and clutched him within its grasp too. It left both of us gasping for breath as we collapsed in a sweaty heap, our bodies slick from the sweat that ran down our skin.

  Devon slipped his arm around me and pulled me closer.

  I twisted around to face him, not saying anything, just kissing him.

  Kissing him with the same passion that took us only moments ago.

  I wanted more, and he kissed me with the promise to give me exactly what I needed.

  ***

  He did give me more.

  So much more. It was Monday morning again. I’d stayed with him for the whole weekend. Trapped in this wild bubble of bliss.

  Being with Devon was unreal. It was more than what we used to be.

  That was the part that scared me.

  Frightened me…

  Two days and two nights of this man and here I was on day three lying in his arms, a worried mess.

  It was possible I may have indulged too much. Maybe allowed myself to slip too far down the path of exploration.

  How was a person supposed to keep control of such high emotions?

  I knew now that I couldn’t.

  It was early in the morning.

  Too early to be awake, and the kind of early that entertained thinking.

  Still dark outside it could have been night, but I remembered seeing that it was two a.m. some time ago. That was when he’d carried me into the shower where we played with each other and had wilder sex than we’d had on the previous round up against the granite walls.

  It looked to me like it was possibly around four.

  I’d been awake for quite some time now. He fell asleep talking to me about the medical camp. He just drifted off and his hand stilled around my waist.

  The poor guy must have been exhausted to do that because back when we were together it was always me who’d fall asleep first.

  Back when we were a couple. It felt so odd to think that after last night.

  What were we now?

  What did I want us to be?

  What did he want us to be?

  I looked at him and studied the precision of his face. Perfect was only the beginning of how I’d describe him.

  Perfect chisel in his jaw, perfect bone structure that would rival any sculpture of the Greek gods I’d seen when I visited Greece and Rome.

  Perfect angles and planes in his face, perfect mouth. Very manly, made for kissing and pleasuring me.

  Wide shoulders leading to the perfect torso and abs that he took absolute care of. No tats.

  He’d told me once that he wanted the attention on him. He was the design that drew the attention, his muscles the work of art.

  I’d been inclined to agree. I still was.

  My eyes drank him up, committing him to memory.

  The feelings I was supposed to have now was happiness, or at the very least that buzz that came with the afterglow of the best sex ever.

  Fear, however, robbed me from feeling that way.

  Fear instilled from the past.

  Fear because I knew how I fell for him the first time and he’d hurt me.

  Earlier I’d apologized for telling him the night before was a mistake.

  I was sorry for saying that.

  As for now I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a mistake. Paige was right.

  She told me to explore and go back to square one.

  The problem with that though was being tainted with the prior feelings of the past.

  Too confused to stay, I slipped out of his arms and left.

  Chapter 12

  Devon

  Nothing could quite describe the disappointment I felt earlier when I reached for Kelly and my hands came away with nothing but the silk of the sheets.

  Although I sensed she was gone from the still silence that had settled across the apartment I hoped anyway that she was here.

  Like an idiot I went looking around the dinky apartment. Looking in the bathroom, the kitchen out on the balcony, then retreating back to the bedroom.

  She stayed yesterday and could have stayed today too. We had to be at work at the same time so we could have gone back to her place early enough for her to get ready and head to work together.

  That was how it was supposed to play out in my mind. I would have thought too that maybe she’d decided to go home and sort out her clothes for the day if it weren’t so early.

  The place felt like she’d been gone awhile.

  Not even five yet and we had to be at work for seven. She didn’t live that far from here so the only reason she could have left me was that reality must have peaked in and sent her fleeing.

  The question was: what now?

  What now? />
  I would never be stupid to assume that a weekend together meant we were back together. I knew it wouldn’t work that way. There was a lot to be done, as amazing as it was. I just wished she would have talked to me first.

  The situation and myself pissed me off. To me it was all starting to feel like a cycle of shit that kept coming back to the same thing: me.

  I screwed up when I left her. It set off a chain reaction that I couldn’t predict. I couldn’t see for shit what would happen next.

  I decided to head in to work because it beat staying home and thinking.

  I had some stuff I wanted to look over today for Coach Fratelli. There was something off the other day in his vital readings and I wanted to raise it with Jeff. I didn’t know if it was normal for his blood pressure to go up and down the way it was. I wasn’t sure if it might be a side effect of the treatment or medication.

  Whatever it was, I didn’t like it.

  I got to the hospital and checked in on the good coach first. The man was fast asleep, but the air held a pong of cigarette smoke. Like he had just lit up not long ago.

  I didn’t know who he thought he was fooling, but it wasn’t us. He hadn’t stopped smoking and that friend of his who visited him had to be the one funding his bad habits.

  I checked his vitals and the charts from last night and frowned when I saw that his blood pressure had done that up and down thing again for the whole weekend.

  There was something that was obviously causing it to do that. The problem with clinical trials was not having the years of research and data everything else had.

  The stem cell treatment St. Michael’s offered was just as young as the majority of hospitals offering it. And, truth be told, we probably went above the rim in effectiveness purely because of the work Jeff had done so far.

  Even with that in mind there was still that element to factor in that people were unique. They took to various treatments differently.

  Him smoking like a chimney in the bad condition he was already in could be screwing with the work we were doing.

  I didn’t mean to be pissed but I really hated when patients didn’t listen to me.

  I’d talk to Jeff about that too. Best to. I refused to believe that we couldn’t lay down a firmer hand, especially with our no smoking policy.