today was looking up.
He wanted that mouth, so he took it in a deep kiss that exploded over his tongue with her already familiar honey-thyme flavor.
And when her tongue slipped into his mouth to explore and curl against his, Devon had to stiffen his suddenly shaky arms to keep from dumping her on her ass.
The tickle of her tongue tracing his lips combined with the memory of that pretty, heart-shaped ass brought Devon to aching hardness. The swift rush of arousal shocked him to his core. What was he, a teenager? He’d already had her once; he shouldn’t be this stirred up.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so hungry after a simple kiss.
Except it didn’t feel all that simple, and when it ended, the woman pulling away slowly and with many lingering nips and bites to his sensitive mouth, Devon had to swallow down his own moan of disappointment.
“That was a heck of a hello,” she said, the molasses-slow words drawled out low and husky, making him think of tobacco and bourbon.
“It could’ve been good morning,” he told her, “if you’d stuck around long enough.” Shit, why did he say that? Made it sound like her running out had hurt his feelings or something.
“I had to get to work,” she protested, a pretty blush mantling her cheeks. “Besides, I wasn’t, you know, too sure of the morning-after etiquette. And my Aunt Bertie always says, if you don’t know the right thing to do, err on the side of politeness.”
Devon blinked. “How is it polite to leave without saying good-bye to your host?”
“Ah!” She lifted a finger in triumph. “Exactly! Because I’m the anti-Aunt Bertie now, I did the opposite of what she would’ve done. Not that she would ever have been in that situation in the first place.” Devon felt his mouth pull into a reluctant smile. “You don’t think I could seduce your Aunt Bertie?”
“Doubtful. She’s a Baptist—the kind who’s referred to regularly as a ‘pillar of the church’—and also, my Uncle Roy is a peach. She’d never stray. Plus, you’re not her type. Too sexy and charming for your own good.”
“Poor Uncle Roy,” Devon murmured. His mind was finally starting to process some of the barrage of information her nervous babble produced.
“Oh, Uncle Roy’s all right,” she said, flush still high on her cheekbones. “A real good ol’ boy, but a heart of solid gold, I swear. That’s Aunt Bertie’s type; the kind of guy I always thought I’d end up with. Only that didn’t work out, so here I am, and here you are, the polar opposite of anything I ever thought I’d want!”
“Christ.” Devon stared down at her, working hard for his customary cool. “You sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself. Where the hell did you come from, anyway?” Her eyes narrowed at his tone. “From where gentlemen don’t swear in front of ladies they’ve just met,” she countered with a toss of that messy head. Her chest was still rising and falling too quickly, a sign that he was not the only one affected by the world’s hottest kiss of greeting.
“Oh, but ladies do go home with gentlemen they’ve just met?” Devon asked silkily. “Get naked? Take showers together? Spend all night making each other crazy?”
“All right, all right! I give,” she said, laughing. “I’m afraid you’re right; I can no longer lay claim to the title of ‘lady.’ But you, sir, are no gentleman for pointing it out.” She gave him a stern look, but her eyes were dancing, inviting him to share the joke.
“So what does Aunt Bertie think about you moving to New York City?”
“You mean Gomorrah? Babylon? Sin City? She wasn’t any too thrilled, I’ll admit. But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
“Tell the truth.” Devon curled her higher in his arms, close enough to whisper against her soft, fragrant cheek. “After last night, you’re afraid she might be right. You’re worried Sin City might already be
He wanted that mouth, so he took it in a deep kiss that exploded over his tongue with her already familiar honey-thyme flavor.
And when her tongue slipped into his mouth to explore and curl against his, Devon had to stiffen his suddenly shaky arms to keep from dumping her on her ass.
The tickle of her tongue tracing his lips combined with the memory of that pretty, heart-shaped ass brought Devon to aching hardness. The swift rush of arousal shocked him to his core. What was he, a teenager? He’d already had her once; he shouldn’t be this stirred up.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so hungry after a simple kiss.
Except it didn’t feel all that simple, and when it ended, the woman pulling away slowly and with many lingering nips and bites to his sensitive mouth, Devon had to swallow down his own moan of disappointment.
“That was a heck of a hello,” she said, the molasses-slow words drawled out low and husky, making him think of tobacco and bourbon.
“It could’ve been good morning,” he told her, “if you’d stuck around long enough.” Shit, why did he say that? Made it sound like her running out had hurt his feelings or something.
“I had to get to work,” she protested, a pretty blush mantling her cheeks. “Besides, I wasn’t, you know, too sure of the morning-after etiquette. And my Aunt Bertie always says, if you don’t know the right thing to do, err on the side of politeness.”
Devon blinked. “How is it polite to leave without saying good-bye to your host?”
“Ah!” She lifted a finger in triumph. “Exactly! Because I’m the anti-Aunt Bertie now, I did the opposite of what she would’ve done. Not that she would ever have been in that situation in the first place.” Devon felt his mouth pull into a reluctant smile. “You don’t think I could seduce your Aunt Bertie?”
“Doubtful. She’s a Baptist—the kind who’s referred to regularly as a ‘pillar of the church’—and also, my Uncle Roy is a peach. She’d never stray. Plus, you’re not her type. Too sexy and charming for your own good.”
“Poor Uncle Roy,” Devon murmured. His mind was finally starting to process some of the barrage of information her nervous babble produced.
“Oh, Uncle Roy’s all right,” she said, flush still high on her cheekbones. “A real good ol’ boy, but a heart of solid gold, I swear. That’s Aunt Bertie’s type; the kind of guy I always thought I’d end up with. Only that didn’t work out, so here I am, and here you are, the polar opposite of anything I ever thought I’d want!”
“Christ.” Devon stared down at her, working hard for his customary cool. “You sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself. Where the hell did you come from, anyway?” Her eyes narrowed at his tone. “From where gentlemen don’t swear in front of ladies they’ve just met,” she countered with a toss of that messy head. Her chest was still rising and falling too quickly, a sign that he was not the only one affected by the world’s hottest kiss of greeting.
“Oh, but ladies do go home with gentlemen they’ve just met?” Devon asked silkily. “Get naked? Take showers together? Spend all night making each other crazy?”
“All right, all right! I give,” she said, laughing. “I’m afraid you’re right; I can no longer lay claim to the title of ‘lady.’ But you, sir, are no gentleman for pointing it out.” She gave him a stern look, but her eyes were dancing, inviting him to share the joke.
“So what does Aunt Bertie think about you moving to New York City?”
“You mean Gomorrah? Babylon? Sin City? She wasn’t any too thrilled, I’ll admit. But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
“Tell the truth.” Devon curled her higher in his arms, close enough to whisper against her soft, fragrant cheek. “After last night, you’re afraid she might be right. You’re worried Sin City might already be
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