Page 33 of Dangerous Devotion

“Christ, May.” His voice wavered with an unsteadiness born of lust even as he stroked her silky hair.

“We shouldn’t do that again.” Her nails, points that had driven him crazy in the meeting, sank into his shoulders. The fibers of his shirt didn’t dull the sharp prick, and goddamn if it didn’t drive him crazier.

She lifted her stare to his. When she swiped her tongue across her plump lower lip—swollen from his kisses—his eyelids drooped.

“We shouldn’t do that again…but I want to.”

Just one more.

His chest heaved. Cupping her beautiful face, he slammed his lips over hers once again. If they were hungry before, now they were both famished. She dragged her tongue across his. He bit into her juicy bottom lip, giving it a little tug that made her rock forward in her seat.

Before he knew it, his prim little explosives expert was kneeling on the seat, wrapping her arms around his neck to get at him. The drugging kisses went on and on until he forgot that there was any world outside of the car they were sitting in.

The rumble of a nearby engine had her breaking the kiss this time. Still on her knees, her body bowed like a willowy bladeof grass toward him, she raised her head and looked over his shoulder.

“The kids are in the truck! We have to get out of here.”

But she didn’t drop into the driver’s seat immediately. She stared at Henner for a long beat. “What’s going to come from those kisses?”

“Whatever you want to come from them, May.”

Fuck, he hoped whatever that was involved getting her out of her clothes and into his bed.

He leaned forward and brushed a parting-for-now kiss over her lips and felt the shiver rolling through her body to his core.

Slowly, she eased back into the seat and gripped the wheel. “I’ll drive until the next stop.”

He settled in his seat too. His stiff cock made sitting uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to scare her off by adjusting himself.

They snapped their seatbelts into place and May backed out of the parking space.

Up ahead, the military truck rolled along at a slow pace. She hung back a good distance until they got up to speed.

Neither of them spoke—not about him planting that tracker or that kiss. After he found himself replaying the kiss for the third time, he broke the silence.

“You drive better than most women I know.”

She turned her head slowly, fixing him in a look that spoke volumes. The way she tipped her head carried an edge of disbelief with a heaping helping of challenge.

He couldn’t refrain from grinning.

“You realize how insulting that is, right?”

“I complimented you.”

“Oh!” She threw one hand up in the air. “I’m supposed to be filled with gratitude.”

He chuckled.

“And what are ‘most women’ to you? Exes?”

He shifted his shoulders in a shrug. “I was actually thinking of my mom and sister.”

That doused some of May’s fire. “Oh,” she said quietly.

“I didn’t bring it up to upset you.”

Her dark eyes traveled briefly over his face before returning to the highway. “Doesn’t it upsetyou?”

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