Page 71 of Dangerous Devotion

His warm lips landed on her neck, raising goosebumps that spread down her body to tighten her nipples. An invisible string tugged hard between her legs as he speckled her throat with kisses that promised a steamy night.

What she wouldn’t give to have access to her own closet—a beautiful dress rather than the simple knit one she bought at the department store. And lingerie.

He yanked her flush against him, giving her an up-close-and-personal feel ofexactlywhat their night had in store.

When he kissed her breathless, her toes curled inside her boots. She clung to him, kissing back with all the desire flooding her veins.

At last, they broke apart. Her chest heaved. “I thought you were making reservations.”

“Already did.”

She gaped at him. “How? When?”

“I’m just that good, darlin’.”

“Well…if you’re just that good, then I have to get ready for our special dinner.” She extricated herself from his arms even though she never wanted to leave them. She only took one step toward the bathroom before he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her back into his hold.

He threaded his fingers into her hair and angled his head, swooping in to claim her mouth for long minutes that made her pussy throb and her heart pound.

Tearing away from each other, she panted, grappling for control. AJ had no such willpower and reached for her again.

She stepped away before he could make her world spin and moved into the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Want any help?”

God, the man was pure, muscled sin. Her heart surged against her ribs, and she had to steel herself to stop from throwing herself at him and shimmying up his tall frame like a tree.

Forcing herself to actually take that shower, she shot him a coy look. “I’m getting ready now, AJ. I want to surprise you.”

FIFTEEN

Henner wasn’t a man who planned dates.

His life was structure. Missions, worst-case scenarios and contingency plans. Romance didn’t fit into any of those skill sets.

For May, he wanted to get tonight right. He had one chance to wine and dine this woman. She was the only one he could picture himself going to these lengths for.

So he’d made a reservation. A damn good one. Most cities had a fine Italian restaurant, and this one didn’t disappoint. The prices on the menu he skimmed on their website were high enough to prove they had a good reputation, otherwise they wouldn’t stay in business.

The seats in the photos were plush black leather, the décor the stuff that most women ate up. When they talked to their friends about a romantic dinner, they talked about places like the one Henner made reservations at.

May deserved the best evening. After being dragged around the country, forced to eat in rest stops and anything they could grab on the go, he wanted to treat her to a special meal…one she wouldn’t forget.

Tonight, there were no threats, no ops or stakeouts on docks—just him and her. It would be a night they could indulge in with the same passion they threw themselves into for pleasuring each other between the sheets.

Desire stirred inside him, rousing his cock so it pressed against the fly of the pants he’d worn to Simpson’s dinner. When he studied his reflection, regret that he didn’t have a suit to wear for May filled him.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the sun was setting on the horizon, a band of light glimmering against the backdrop of dark blue sky. For a moment, he didn’t want to get out. If they didn’t begin the evening, it couldn’t end.

He gripped the wheel lightly, contemplating the emotions racing through him. He already admitted to himself that he was falling for May…and the way she looked at him, with that burning in her eyes, made him wonder if she felt the same.

“AJ?”

Her voice broke into his thoughts, catapulting him back to reality.

He threw her a crooked tilt of his lips. “Ready for the best meal of your life?”

The enthusiastic smile she gave him and the bob of her head was exactly why he’d gone to these lengths to take her out.

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