Page 83 of Beautiful Revenge

I run my hand down her spine, the small of her back, until I hit the band of her thong and tuck my fingers beneath it. “You saved yourself from your fiancé. You were shot at. And you miss your mum. To top that off, you hooked up with an arsehole who is shit at relationships. You’re in survival mode, and I’m here to make you forget about everything and make you feel better.”

Her dark eyes glass over. “Do you always talk about yourself in the third person?”

I brush the hair from her face, pull her to my chest, and stare into the darkened room over her soft blond hair. “Only the arsehole part of me. I don’t claim him often, but I will today. I’ll do better.”

She presses into me. Her soft tits are plastered against my chest and her thumb brushes my scarred shoulder, back and forth like she’s obsessed with it.

“I’ll get to the bottom of what happened today, baby. And when I find out who put you in their crosshairs, I’ll take them down. I promise you.”

She says nothing, but I feel her emotion when her tears wet the skin of my neck.

Fuck. This woman may do me in.

I drag my hand down the back of her leg until I catch it behind her knee to pull it over my hip. My cock is pressed to her sex and the only thing separating us are her tiny panties and my boxers.

“Devon?”

“Right here, baby.”

Her voice turns hesitant. “The wall sex didn’t hurt me.”

I lean back enough to look down at her and hike a brow. “You like that.”

“A lot.” She snuggles her face back into my neck. “Sosometime during our contractual agreement, we can do that again.”

“Upon request, wall sex is added back to the list.” I murmur against her head. “Best thing I ever did was fire your bridal assistant. Try to sleep. I’ll do everything in my power to make this better.”

She shifts in my arms enough to press her lips to my collarbone. “It can’t get much worse right?”

I run my fingers through her hair, but don’t agree. At this rate, I’m not tempting hell.

CHAPTER TWENTY

HELL AT MY DOORSTEP

Harlow

Despite the fact I slept through the night, I woke up a mess and had horrible breath from not brushing my teeth. But I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept that long. Even longer than the night before.

And it was because I slept cocooned in the arms of Devon Donnelly.

We might have been practically naked for the experience, but that was all it was.

Devon comforting me.

Me taking everything from him like a parched woman stranded in the desert.

I’m used to waking up alone, but the feeling of loss is new. I didn’t even feel that after I found out Albert was plotting to kill me.

I also realize my head isn’t pounding. Maybe the day will take a turn for the better.

The floor is littered with our clothes from last night, but the last thing I want to put on is my tennis outfit, and all my other things are in my bedroom. I reach for Devon’s dress shirt and set out on a search for the man who is becoming a habit I have no desire to break.

With only two buttons clasped at my breasts, I open the bedroom door to find the owner of the shirt I’m wearingreclined on the sofa tapping away on a laptop. His eyes jump to me in an instant. His gaze drags from my messy hair to my bare feet.

His expression warms. “I was getting worried. You slept a long time. I kept checking on you. You were still breathing, so I left you alone.”

I lean on the door jamb and cross my arms. “And they say romance is dead. Who knew all it would take was a man who wants to keep me alive instead of kill me.”