Page 68 of Backfire
Of course. Who else would creep into my room in the middle of the night? My plans for murder no longer seemed like an overreaction.
“What are you…” I stopped when my eyes swung his way.
Fully clothed Devlin was tempting, but naked except for a pair of gray sweats Devlin…
What was I talking about?
“You also snore.”
I followed the black lines inked on his skin and muttered, “Uh huh.”
There was a second where my mind actually malfunctioned. There was nothing beyond those hard ridges. Solid and firm bulges of muscle that worked their way down his torso like some kind of erotic painting. He could grate cheese with those abs.
Get your head out of your vagina, Syd!
Right.
I shook my head and snarled, “What the hell, Devlin!”
If I thought that was going to help me regain my focus, I was dead wrong. One twitch of a solid peck was it took to trap me again.
I was mesmerized by that masculine form. Every breath Devlin took caused his chest to flex as it expanded. And the deep voice that came from behind those ribs poured over me like honey.
“Like what you see,Bréagán?”
Um, yeah. Wait…
“Get out of my room, Devlin!” I yelled, more pissed at myself than him. “What are you even doing in here?”
It was a valid question. I might’ve even called him a creep, but given my current drooling status, it seemed a tad hypocritical.
A sigh should not have been as tempting as the one that came out of his mouth. “Reese kicked me out.”
“I fail to see how that’s my problem.”
If I thought Devlin looked great from the neck down, then I’d obviously failed to take into account the five o’clock shadow dusting his sharp jawline. Damnit, why did I have to look up?
His dark hair appeared extra tousled. A couple of strands flopped down over his forehead when he twisted his neck, and I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to run my fingers through those soft locks.
“But it is your problem,Bréagán.”
I apparently had many problems, one of which was the inability to stop gawking. My tongue piercing clacked off my teeth, turning on the little voice of logic in the back of my head. There was an asshole in my room. I needed to focus.
“I’m sorry.” I placed my hand on my chest in a fake gesture of sympathy. “You must have me mistaken for someone who gives a shit about your issues.”
Devlin’s head dropped as he gave a small shake. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
That didn’t seem ominous at all.
“Doing what exactly?”
If his goal was to further annoy me, then he was succeeding fabulously. I was thoroughly annoyed by the half-naked wall of muscle and the burning desire to touch it.
“Take your clothes off.”
Exsqueeze me.
“What?” I must’ve misheard.
