Page 25 of Breathless With Her

I took a deep breath, then I opened the door, my eyes widening.

“Damn. You know I liked the glittery dress, but I think I like you in those jeans even more.”

I grinned at Devin’s words and tried to swallow hard. It wasn’t really working out too well. I could barely catch my breath.

I knew Devin was hot. Hello, everyone knew he was hot. I’d been pressed up against him before in my life, but it had been more me feeling out of it after drinking a little too much after my world shattered. But the way he looked now? I couldn’t even get my thoughts together. His jeans were molded to his thighs, tight, a little worn at the seams but the perfect fit. He had on dark boots that matched his dark belt. He had on a collared shirt, one that buttoned up, but he’d only tucked in the front, he hadn’t finished tucking in the back. It might have looked sloppy on someone else, but somehow, he made it work. He looked sexy as fuck.

I knew I was in trouble. I’d known I was screwed the moment he walked into my bakery. And then when he texted me and called.

I knew I was in trouble.

But I didn’t think I cared.

Not right then.

Not when I couldn’t keep my eyes off the muscles in his forearms, or fail to notice the way his jaw ticked just slightly when he stared at me.

I couldn’t focus when I watched the long line of his neck as he swallowed, or the way his eyes narrowed when he studied me.

I couldn’t focus. All I could do was watch his hands and notice how wide his palms were, how strong and thick his fingers were.

And how I couldn’t help but think about that story I had heard about the length of a man’s dick in conjunction with the size of his feet or his hands.

I refused to look down at his jeans.

I wouldn’t look down at his feet.

I was a goner.

And I was really worried that I was going to fuck this up.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said quickly, smiling.

“Thanks for that. But, seriously, you look sexy as hell. And I promise I won’t say that again if it makes you blush and look as nervous as you do right now.”

I put my hands up to my cheeks and cocked my head. “Sorry. I’m not good at this.”

“I think you’re doing just fine.”

He smiled then, and I let out a shaky breath as I reached for my purse and gift and then followed him out to his truck.

“Your truck is just as amazing as I remember it.”

“I’m glad you remember it at all from that night.”

I shoved at his shoulder, even though he didn’t move an inch.

The man was strong, steady, and the ink that covered him? I seriously wanted to follow the lines with my tongue.

See? I was losing my damn mind.

“I wasn’t that drunk.”

“Still slept on my couch.”

I knew I was blushing again.

“Let’s just forget about that, shall we? Like, let’s not talk about it at all.”

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