room: Bull Skull Gábor. The cleft in his chin was shaded tonight with a five o’clock shadowing of sexy beard stubble. The women who liked their bad boys oh-so-very bad had flocked to him. He was one of those young and mouthy types who seriously needed a woman to help him grow up, but who’d probably turn out great once he’d hooked up with said woman. Not her, thank you very much.
She wasn’t looking for a project, just a man to have fun with and, to be frank about it, give her a good ride in the sack. She hadn’t been laid in, God… Was it six months now? Her breakup from her last boyfriend, Gary, had no doubt left her feeling gun-shy about men. Finding out that he’d cheated on her with her sister, Natalie, probably had a big something to do with that. Right. Not getting serious, nope, just fun, fun, fun.
Enter Dev Nichita.
She found tall-muscled-and-edible standing near a palm tree and talking to buffed-out aerobics instructor Abby Fiske.
Marissa felt her belly flutter at the memory of what it’d been like to have Dev’s solid body on top of her in the van, his masculine hips spreading her legs wide. There’d been a substantial bulge at the juncture of his thighs, and now that she wasn’t in fear for her life, the thought of that bulge put him at the top of her list of available roll in the hay candidates. She’d bet he was the type of lover who’d finally give her what she was looking for in bed.
Dev’s head angled slightly, his dark hair brushing the collar of his shirt, his gold hoop earring catching a diamond spark of candlelight. His gaze captured hers. His eyes, she saw now, were a remarkable silver, shining with a mischievous glitter designed to make a woman’s heart do the wild thing in her chest.
She turned aside and leaned in to smell the bouquet of pink roses sitting on the bar. She smiled secretly. She could feel him staring at her. Her skin heated and prickled. Now he was crossing to her. She plucked a rose petal and pressed it to her nose. She hadn’t been able to wear her regular perfume tonight; something about the cave air making synthetic scents smell bad or something. A rose would be a nice substitute. She smoothed the petal slowly down her throat.
The bartender fumbled his strainer.
Dev’s hand came around her body and plucked the petal from her fingers. “Don’t do that.” His voice was a silky rumble in her ear, his breath a shivering caress over her flesh. “You’ll ruin yourself.”
She turned around, her belly flipping a full somersault as she peered up at him through the feathery wisps of her bangs. He looked to-die-for handsome in a charcoal-colored suit and vivid blue dress shirt, his gray-striped tie complementing the silver in his eyes to perfection. The shape of his face was carved into an image at once proud and unrefined, his nose a straight blade, his cheekbones sculpted into arrogance, the set of his bearded jaw rugged. Powerful across the shoulders and chest, there was something untamed about this man, a feral aura exuding from him that no trappings of civilization could ever hide. Being around him seemed to raise every fine hair on her body. Would taking him to her bed promise her a one-way ticket to heaven or hell? Either one would be fine with her.
“It’s Marissa, right?” His off-center smile went straight to her melting belly…no, lower . “How’re you holding up after last night?”
“Oh, okay, I suppose. Done with adventures for a while, though, for sure.”
His smile grew, and she glimpsed a set of pointy canines.
Her pulse leapt. He was probably a neck-nibbler extraordinaire. “And you said your name’s Dev.” She sipped her Cosmo. “Is that short for Devlin?”
“No.”
“Devin?”
He set his empty cocktail glass on the bar. “Devid.”
She quirked her brows. “That’s unusual.”
“Also, hated. Please don’t call me that.”
“Ah, okay.” She let a teasing glint enter her gaze. “Only if I need to scold
She wasn’t looking for a project, just a man to have fun with and, to be frank about it, give her a good ride in the sack. She hadn’t been laid in, God… Was it six months now? Her breakup from her last boyfriend, Gary, had no doubt left her feeling gun-shy about men. Finding out that he’d cheated on her with her sister, Natalie, probably had a big something to do with that. Right. Not getting serious, nope, just fun, fun, fun.
Enter Dev Nichita.
She found tall-muscled-and-edible standing near a palm tree and talking to buffed-out aerobics instructor Abby Fiske.
Marissa felt her belly flutter at the memory of what it’d been like to have Dev’s solid body on top of her in the van, his masculine hips spreading her legs wide. There’d been a substantial bulge at the juncture of his thighs, and now that she wasn’t in fear for her life, the thought of that bulge put him at the top of her list of available roll in the hay candidates. She’d bet he was the type of lover who’d finally give her what she was looking for in bed.
Dev’s head angled slightly, his dark hair brushing the collar of his shirt, his gold hoop earring catching a diamond spark of candlelight. His gaze captured hers. His eyes, she saw now, were a remarkable silver, shining with a mischievous glitter designed to make a woman’s heart do the wild thing in her chest.
She turned aside and leaned in to smell the bouquet of pink roses sitting on the bar. She smiled secretly. She could feel him staring at her. Her skin heated and prickled. Now he was crossing to her. She plucked a rose petal and pressed it to her nose. She hadn’t been able to wear her regular perfume tonight; something about the cave air making synthetic scents smell bad or something. A rose would be a nice substitute. She smoothed the petal slowly down her throat.
The bartender fumbled his strainer.
Dev’s hand came around her body and plucked the petal from her fingers. “Don’t do that.” His voice was a silky rumble in her ear, his breath a shivering caress over her flesh. “You’ll ruin yourself.”
She turned around, her belly flipping a full somersault as she peered up at him through the feathery wisps of her bangs. He looked to-die-for handsome in a charcoal-colored suit and vivid blue dress shirt, his gray-striped tie complementing the silver in his eyes to perfection. The shape of his face was carved into an image at once proud and unrefined, his nose a straight blade, his cheekbones sculpted into arrogance, the set of his bearded jaw rugged. Powerful across the shoulders and chest, there was something untamed about this man, a feral aura exuding from him that no trappings of civilization could ever hide. Being around him seemed to raise every fine hair on her body. Would taking him to her bed promise her a one-way ticket to heaven or hell? Either one would be fine with her.
“It’s Marissa, right?” His off-center smile went straight to her melting belly…no, lower . “How’re you holding up after last night?”
“Oh, okay, I suppose. Done with adventures for a while, though, for sure.”
His smile grew, and she glimpsed a set of pointy canines.
Her pulse leapt. He was probably a neck-nibbler extraordinaire. “And you said your name’s Dev.” She sipped her Cosmo. “Is that short for Devlin?”
“No.”
“Devin?”
He set his empty cocktail glass on the bar. “Devid.”
She quirked her brows. “That’s unusual.”
“Also, hated. Please don’t call me that.”
“Ah, okay.” She let a teasing glint enter her gaze. “Only if I need to scold
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