Once certain this moment was not a configuration of his imagination, Devon rose his fingers to her back and brought her against his own body for safekeeping. There appeared to be persistent suffering behind his soft eyes, now lightened once given her attention, but a hint of relief within the dilating pupils as well. But following a single kiss, he could not deny himself a second...or a third; both follow-ups to this kiss of reconciliation that had been more passionate than the one previous; with their lips meeting in thrice had also ended up with the backs of her legs pressed against the edge of the table.
The hickory colored conference table acted as the perfect surface for him to bring her to as he pushed her against it enough to trust his fingers as they took hold of her waist for ju
