Chapter 19-23
"Devon..." James whispered, holding her closely to him.
His lips moved against her, lightly exploring, inviting her to do the same, and when she began to follow his lead, his mouth slanted over hers with fierce tenderness while his hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers sliding tantalizingly against her nape stroking her sensitive skin. His arm encircling her waist, sensually stroked her back, moving her tightly to him.
He kissed her endlessly, long drugging kisses that shook her to the core of her being. Lost in a sea of pure sensation as his lips tasted and courted hers, Devon slid her hands up his hard chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him for support, unconsciously molding her body to his length. The moment she did, the enticer became the enticed. Desire exploded in James' body, and the girl in his arms became a beguiling, sensuous woman. Automatically, he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving with hungry urgency...
When he finally pulled his mouth from hers an eternity later, their breaths were coming in mingled gasps. Feeling almost bereft, Devon surfaced slightly from the sensual oblivion where he had sent her, and forced her heavy eyelids to open so that she could look at him. Standing so close to each other, he lifted his hand and tenderly brushed a lock of hair off her cheek, and he tried to smile, but his breathing was as ragged as hers. He rained kisses across her cheek towards her ear and whispered, "I've been meaning and wanting to do that since I first saw you by the cove."
Unaware of the effort he was making to keep their passion under control, Devon dropped her gaze to his finely shaped mouth, and she watched him draw an unsteady breath. "Don't," he warned her in a husky, tender voice, "look at my mouth unless you want me to kiss you again."
Devon looked up at his passion-filled eyes and was drawn to their sensual, tender depths. She tightened her hold on him and pulled his head down, lowering his mouth to hers. The spell began again and sent the both of them to a wild, indescribable feeling of sweetness.
It was a warm, cloudless night. Water gushing out from the fountain where a couple was sitting nearby on a blanket. James shifted his sitting position to lay his head on Devon's lap and took her hand in his, placing it near his heart. Devon looked down and smiled, combing his hair with her other hand.
"This is perfect... heaven to be exact." James said, closing his eyes, grinning widely like a child who had received a candy.
Devon laughed and playfully tapped his forehead. James caught her hand and gave each finger a smacking kiss. Devon amused at his behavior, just smiled down at him. She never expected that they would be here like this together. Even less that they would see each other again. When Devon remembered the furious expression of James awhile ago, she became serious.
"James, I think you should apologize to Sam. You were too harsh on him earlier."
"Why should I? He asked for it. He shouldn't have made a move on you." James said stubbornly, eyes closed.
"What are you talking about? We're just friends."
"Is that what you call friends... looking at you like you're some kind of delicious morsel."
"James!" Devon exclaimed, pinching James' cheek.
"Ouch! You don't know how much it hurts."
