Chapter 17

• Devin found himself by the window watching her. She had her head down, bent over the laptop, that long silky hair hanging down over one shoulder and cradling the other side of her face. She was breath-taking. He hadn’t even made it to the shower before he found his feet carrying to the window to watch her.
• Taking a few minutes to speak gave him more information than he had earlier, so he couldn’t be annoyed with her for being on the shore when he’d returned. He now knew, without a doubt, that he affected her just as much as she did him. He could smell her desire, practically taste her pulse when he’d squatted down beside her. It had taken all his control to not lay her down right there and taste her mouth, which is why he’d gotten the hell out of there. His brain had provided too many images when he’d stood there as she knelt before him like a tempting offer.
• Shaking his head, Devin sighed and leaned his hip against the windowsill. He needed to know more about her, but the only way to do that would be to get closer, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. He’d gone out onto the lake to think and burn off frustration. Physical exertion usually worked well, he’d know because he’d spent more hours than he could count to work through things in the last several years. Today activity hadn’t done anything to help. He’d gone out and tried to work her right out of his head and for a few seconds he thought it may have worked, and then he saw her on the shore watching. It was as if he didn’t want her out of his head, or space, he just wanted to reach her quickly.