Hooped #3 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series, Book #3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

asking if we
had any salad or anything like that.” I laughed.
    “I have a stash of junk food in my room that I eat as
often as I eat at the DH,” I said. “I’m not turning up my nose at pizza.”

 
    After a while, the guys started heading to their rooms
or to classes, and Devon gave my hand a squeeze. “Feel like coming up to my
room?” he asked me in that perfect, not-quite-a-whisper that always sent
shivers down my spine. I grinned and nodded.
    “It’s a long way back to the dorms, and it’s already
really late,” I pointed out as we went up the stairs to the bedrooms.
    “I think you should stay the night,” Devon told me,
pulling me close as we came to his door. He kissed me hungrily on the lips, his
hands wandering all over my body, and I could feel the tension in him. More
than once in the evening I had caught him looking at me, a little flicker of
desire in his eyes, in his smile, a hint of it in the way he squeezed my hand;
I had been distracted all night by thoughts of Kelly, but never so distracted
that I hadn’t started feeling a little humming buzz of desire myself.
    Devon opened the door to his room and I saw that he had
cleared out all the candles from the night before; there was one candle burning
on his desk, infusing the room with a heady, warm smell. Devon pulled me
through the door and closed it behind me, kissing me once more once we were
alone and private. His hands wandered all over my body, touching and teasing
and caressing, and after a moment’s hesitation—I still wasn’t entirely sure
what to do with myself in Devon’s company—my hands came to life as well,
trailing along his back and shoulders, kneading and massaging him where I could
feel little areas of tension as we kissed.
    Devon pulled back from my lips, reaching out for
something on his bedside table; I chuckled as he found the remote and turned on
his stereo, filling the room with the sounds of Frank Turner—one of the
musicians I had mentioned to him that I liked. “You didn’t seriously download
that just for me, did you?” I asked Devon. He grinned.
    “Well, it started out that way,” he admitted, kissing
along the column of my throat. “But he’s pretty good, you were right.” Devon
nipped along my neck playfully, his hands slipping up underneath my shirt,
tickling my ribs. He brought his lips back up to mine and kissed me until I was
breathless, his hands gliding over my
skin, moving up to cup my breasts through the fabric of my bra. Devon’s fingers
brushed against my nipples through the thin lace, teasing them until they
hardened into firm little nubs under his touch; I fumbled with the bottom of
his tee shirt, trying to find the hem, trying to drag it up along his back and
sides. Even though it had been less than a full week since I had lost my
virginity, I was eager to have as much sex as possible—as long as it was with
Devon.
    I finally managed to pull Devon’s shirt over his head,
and he broke away from my lips long enough to tug my tee-shirt up along my ribs
as well, slipping it off of me with a little flourish and tossing it across the
room without almost any concern for where it landed. He cupped my breasts
again, bringing them up to meet his lips as he buried his face against me,
nuzzling. “God, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Devon murmured, tugging
the fabric of my bra down and bringing one of my nipples up to his lips. He
sucked and licked the firm little nub even as his fingers twisted and rolled
the other, sending jolts of hot, electric pleasure through my body that made me
shake and shiver. I touched him everywhere, my hands wandering and exploring
the planes of his back, the ridges of his spine, kneading the muscles in his
shoulders, moving up to his thick, curly hair to tangle there.
    Devon lifted me up onto his bed and covered my body
with his own, quickly unhooking my bra in the back and guiding it away from my
skin. I squirmed and writhed underneath him, pushing my