Episode 5 by Anne Lange
Devin almost dropped to his knees in relief when Jenna uttered a sexy little whimper and finally relaxed against his chest. He smiled as she settled into the kiss with a soft sigh. Good Lord, the woman tasted like a combination of fine wine and sinful delight. He could do this all night.
He stepped closer, eliminating the remaining distance between them and pushed her back against the counter. Letting go of the edge he’d been gripping tight enough to stress his knuckles, he placed his hands on her hips, his fingers tingling with anticipation at having the opportunity to, at long last, feel her silky flesh beneath his.
Her breasts pressed tight to his chest, her nipples two rigid points that teased him when she wiggled—a sensual shimmy side-to-side. He shuddered, and she gasped into his mouth when she no doubt felt an erection, he had no hope of hiding, caress her lower belly. He ached to bury himself deep between her thighs.
Devin groaned and changed the angle of the kiss, desperate to devour more of her, as her flavor seeped into his pores, where he knew she’d stay forever and ruin him for any other woman.
Ready to take this interlude to the next level, Devin gripped Jenna around the waist, his fingers slipping beneath the soft cotton of her tee shirt to graze her skin. He lifted her to sit on the counter, putting her at the perfect height. She giggled. He loved the sound of her laughter and wanted to hear it again and again.
Playing the part of a man obsessed with taking his woman right here, right now, he swept his right arm along the counter, inadvertently shoving her purse out of the way. It toppled to the floor with a thud.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” He glanced down and noticed the contents had spilled out across the tiled floor. “Damn. Just give me a second.”
“No. That’s okay. I can get it.”
He frowned at the tinge of alarm in her voice. “You just stay there, Jenna. I’m not finished with you yet.” He winked, hoping to keep the mood going.
Bending to the floor, Devin gathered her things into a pile and began shoving everything back into her purse. Why did women weigh themselves down with so much stuff? Besides her wallet, a portable brush and some Advil, she had two packs of tissue, three tubes of lip gloss, a child’s toy truck, pens, what looked like a small baggie of fish-shaped crackers, gum and a small book.
“Devin, please, I can do that myself.” She’d jumped to the floor beside him, scrambling to pick up her things with one hand, while she tried to wrestle her purse out of his hold with the other.
“Don’t be silly,” he said. “Once I get this cleaned up, I’m anxious to get back to tasting your mouth.” He tipped his head to the side and glanced at her. “And every other part of you.”
But she didn’t catch his grin. Her wide panic-filled gaze focused on the something he was holding. He looked down at the book, which he realized was actually a small photo album. It was opened to the image of a smiling little boy of about two, sitting in a red wagon.
Recognition slammed into him. Devin knew that mischievous smile and those sharp eyes. He brought the image closer, peering intently at the child as furious jealousy sliced through his gut.
“Devin, please, give me that.”
What the hell?
“I can explain.”
Yeah, he definitely wanted that. In fact, he’d demand it.
“Jenna, why does this little boy look just like my brother?”