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“Like what?”
She stared deep into his eyes.
“You.”
The single, whispered word hung between them.
Blake’s gaze dropped to her mouth before returning to her eyes. “You’ve already got me, beautiful.”
Her heart gave a hard, unexpected thump.
“Do I?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Was anything ever obvious when it came to men?
“Maybe I need another demonstration.”
His slow smile sent a rush of warmth through her.
“Well, far be it from me to argue with that.”
Blake leaned closer, giving her plenty of time to change her mind if she wanted. Instead, Devon met him halfway.
The kiss began gently, his lips brushing hers with a tenderness that made her chest ache. But when she slid her good arm around his neck and drew him closer, something changed.
He made a quiet sound against her mouth, and the hand resting at her waist tightened. She’d kissed him before, but this was different.
There was no hesitation. No nervous voice reminding her of everything that could go wrong. There was only him.
Only Blake.
The warmth of his hand against her back. The faint scrape of his stubble against her cheek. The way he kissed her as though they both had all the time in the world.
Devon shifted closer, ignoring the mild protest from her bruised shoulder.
Blake immediately eased back. “Careful.”
“I’m fine.”
“Your shoulder—”
“Isn’t what I’m thinking about right now.”
His eyes darkened. He cupped her face and kissed her again. Devon’s fingers slipped into his hair.
For once, she wasn’t thinking about locked doors or security cameras. The only thing on Devon’s mind was how much she wanted this man.
A long moment later, Blake drew himself away just enough to gently rest his forehead against hers. “You still okay?”
Devon smiled. “I’m better than okay.”
His thumb traced her cheek. “You have nothing to prove. Not to me or anyone else.”
She smiled. “I want this, Blake.” She gave him a soft kiss. “I want you.”
“So do I, sweetheart.” Fire burned within his blue gaze. “You have no idea how much.”
