Page 44 of Her Devoted HERO

“Um, hi. Would you like to come in?”

He didn’t say anything, he just stood there.

“Dex?”

“You’re a knockout.”

“Would you like to come in?” she asked again.

“Where’s Austin?”

“He’s spending the night with a friend,” she answered softly. “It was Mom’s idea.”

“I love your mother, but we need to go. Because if I come in, we’re not leaving.” His voice was low and husky, and she felt it all the way to her toes. “And I don’t want that right now. I want an evening of torture.”

“Torture?”

“Yeah. You. Wearing that dress. Wearing those shoes.” He reached out and lightly caressed her hair. “Looking like you do, sitting next to me at dinner. That’s the best kind of torture I can imagine, and I don’t want to miss a minute of it.”

Kenna couldn’t help her smile. He hadn’t seen the best part yet.

“Poppy, do you have a coat? It’s supposed to get a little chilly later tonight.”

She turned to get her jacket on the newel post and smiled when she heard his sharp intake of breath. She went back to him, and Dex’s eyes were glittering like brown diamonds, as his hands reached for her coat.

He didn’t say anything as he helped her into her jacket. Kenna looked up at him, and before she had a chance to say a word his mouth descended.

One warm hand reached beneath her coat and trailed down her naked back, and she moaned into his kiss. His tongue plunged, and all thought of her dress fled. She wound her arms around his neck, arching high to capture the taste of Dex Evans.

Hot, wet and carnal, the kiss was unlike any other in the history of the world. Up and down, his hand tracked a line of fire along her spine. His short hair was thick and silky under her fingers, and she loved the feel of it against her palm, but that quick thought splintered as his fingers raked through her curls and tugged, shards of sensation shot through her scalp. She loved the sting. It made her ache, made her want. Made her wet.

She bit his lip.

He groaned and pulled back.

“No,” she pleaded.

“Are you for real?” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

Dex untangled his fingers from her glossy hair and cupped her cheek.

“You, Baby? Are you real? I’m about to go up in flames from just a taste. My control has never been this shaky.”

Kenna kept staring up at him, trying to take in his words, but was more interested in watching his beautiful lips forming words.

“Are you listening to me?”

“I’m watching every word you’re saying. You have a great mouth. Can I have it again?”

***

Dex barked out a laugh.

“God, Kenna, you’re off the chain.”

“I beg your pardon?”