Page 23 of Sin City Lights

The shock of his mouth, hot and demanding, electrified her body and short-circuited her mind. She again stood on tiptoe, hands gliding to his neck, and clung to him, struggling to remain standing as the world tilted and whirled around her.

He coaxed her lips apart, his tongue slow and deliberate. He took his time, searching, lingering, delving deep. He tasted of bourbon and smoke, with hints of bitter and sweet.

She’d never known that kissing could be anything like this, obliterating anything and everything but this man and her need to taste him.

He angled his head to deepen the kiss. Her hands moved up his neck, then higher. Her fingers reveled in the silky strands of his hair, and the reality of him under her seeking hands was matchless. She couldn’t stop a soft moan.

She felt his body jerk in a hard shudder. He captured her thigh to wrap her leg around him, thrusting against her, and feeling Adam this way pushed her close to incandescence.

A loud click.

Suddenly, the hallway was illuminated by bright airplane-shaped sconces.

Adam’s head jerked up, his lips tearing away, making Eve open her eyes and dig her nails into his biceps in protest.“They fixed the lights,” he murmured.

A little dazed, she gazed up at him. He was not looking at her but focusing on something over her head.

Eve turned.

Devon stood there, frozen in place four feet away, his green eyes riveted on them.

The next second, he turned on his heel and headed back toward the dining room.

Her heart rate went into overdrive. She fought for breath.

What was she doing? What had she done?

She hadn’t kissed anyone in years.

She never kissed clients… Although, technically, Adam was not her client at the moment, Devon was. Eve tried to wrench away from Adam, choking back a panicked sob.

Adam held fast, keeping her trapped against him.“Let him go.”

She struggled to free herself from his viselike grip.“I can’t. I have to talk to him.”

Adam’s entire body tensed. His arms dropped to his sides.“Go, then.”

He stepped back.

Eve instantly felt cold. She couldn’t bear to look at him. She spotted her clutch on the floor and swooped down to retrieve it, then rushed back to the dining room, wondering what on earth she was going to say to Devon.

She found him standing by the table, calmly signing the credit card receipt. He drew a hard line under his name and tapped the paper with the point of his blue Montblanc pen.

He looked up, his green eyes carefully expressionless.“OK. You ready?”

She stared at him, still not knowing what to say, and nodded stiffly.

He smiled, and it was the first time she’d ever seen a fake smile on that man. Even his famous dimples were absent.

Why did she feel so awful?

She couldn’t offer him anything aside from what she had already given. Devon was a business transaction.

Eve ran her tongue over her still-tingling lips.

But…what was Adam Larssen?

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