What She Needs: Cape May, Book 3 by Anne Rainey Read Free Book Online Page A

silently watching her. Tory couldn’t judge his mood—and that worried her even more. Devon was usually pretty open.
    She tossed the book on the little round table next to the chair, then sat up. “Hey.”
    Devon gestured with a nod of his head toward the book. “Any good?”
    She couldn’t even remember what she’d read, not that it was the author’s fault. “It’s not bad, I guess.
    I’ve been a bit too distracted to read much of it. What are you up to today?”
    “Just finished a few errands. Figured I’d check on you.”
    Feeling unaccountably insecure, Tory asked, “Curious how my night with Con went?”
    Devon smiled, but she noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Still, some of the tension seemed to leave the room, and she was only too glad. “You know me well, sugar.”
    “I could lie and tell you it was horrible. That we played checkers and fell asleep early.”
    He shrugged, but didn’t respond with a chuckle as she’d hoped he would. He stepped away from the doorway and moved farther into the room. When he reached the bed and sat, Tory’s tension came right back in full force. Was he regretting letting Con have time alone with her? Were things even more screwed up than ever?
    His head tilted sideways as he watched her. “What are you thinking about?”
    Tory bit her lip. “I’m worried about you. About us.”
    Devon shook his head, his expression turning fierce. “You don’t have to worry, not about me. I’m always going to love you, Tory.”
    She stood and went to him. He widened his legs so she could step between them. As he wrapped his hands around her hips and nudged her even closer, Tory’s body responded immediately. “I don’t want to lose you. Either of you. I don’t think I could handle that, Devon.”
    He cupped her chin and took possession of her mouth. It was quick and hard and Tory wanted more.
    So much more. When he lifted his head, she could see the arousal etched into his handsome face. “Con and I are working through this. You have no need to worry.”
    Anne Rainey
    One thickly muscled arm came around her lower back, holding her still as he coaxed her lips apart and slipped inside. His taste, now so familiar, was better than cheesecake. He scoured the inside of her mouth and slid his palm lower to cup her bottom. Tory wound her arms around his neck and sank into his seductive touch.
    Even after everything they’d done together, Devon still treated her with such gentle care. It made her want to both throttle him and kiss his sexy ass. She drifted her hands down his nape to his shoulders, then around to his pecs and ripped abs. He was so hard and muscular all over it nearly melted her every time she touched him. He was a hard, sleek god. Kind and patient and too good-looking for his own good.
    Feeling wild and impetuous, Tory slid her palm over the bulge in his faded jeans, cupping his rigid length. She was way too happy to note he was as turned-on as she. As he continued to eat at her mouth, Tory played. Soon, his free hand was sliding up her calf. He caressed his way up her thigh and cupped her mound through her pink lounging pants. Tory lurched at the feel of him there. It was always so good, so delicious. By sheer will, she forced her mouth off his and moved her hand away from his crotch. “Stop, Devon, we need to talk about this.”
    Devon grumbled low in his throat. “We have all the time in the world to talk. Right now, right this instant, I need to touch you, sugar. It’s all I’ve thought about since leaving you last night.”
    Tory wanted to protest further, but his mouth moved to her neck and he began to nibble and lick. “Oh, God, that feels so good.”
    The tip of his tongue touched the shell of her ear as he whispered, “I’ve only just begun.” In a flash, Devon yanked her off her feet and plopped her on top of his thighs. “There, that’s where you belong.”
    His talented mouth pressed against hers and Tory forgot about everything else. There