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Authors: Claire Branson
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herself.
"Hey," Erin said quietly.
Devlin looked up from some paperwork spread across the desk he was sitting in front of. He smiled.
"Hey," he answered, just as soft. "How are you?"
"Well they took care of my foot and I got some food, so I'm doing pretty well. You?"
"Aching a bit. That fight wasn't really good for my ribs, but they should be back to normal soon. We heal pretty fast. Except injuries from silver, and another were's claws or teeth. Those take longer, for whatever reason. No one has really been able to explain it."
"I'm not really here to talk about your healing ability, to be honest."
His eyebrows lifted and he smiled. "No? I would have thought you'd be very interested."
Erin laughed, but she shook her head.
"Maybe another time," she said.
He stood up from the desk and stepped toward her, stopping a little too close to be considered outside her personal space. This close, she had to tip her head back to look up at him, and she could almost feel the heat of his body. He ran warm, but there was none of the feverish heat there had been the first day, and his face wasn't flushed or clammy.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "Honestly?"
Erin ran a hand through her hair.
"Honestly?" She sighed. "I've been better. I mean, I don't mind being here." I don't mind being with you. "But I ran out of my house with nothing."
"We'll get your things back. They won't take them. They've no use for them. And we'll send you home as soon as it's safe. I promise."
Erin dipped her head and nodded. Devlin's fingers curled under her chin, gently lifted it.
"You're so quiet all of a sudden."
"Yeah. Well." She smiled a little crookedly. "Someone helped me come to a realization."
"Did they?"
Erin looked up into his eyes, a hazel that almost seemed amber in the light pouring through the high narrow windows.
"They did," she said, hardly above a whisper.
He leaned down, slowly, and pressed his lips to hers.
His mouth was warm and confident, one of his hands settling on the small of her back and drawing her in toward him. Erin wrapped her arms around his neck once more, though she was careful not to put too much weigh on his body. She didn't want to stress his ribs.
The tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips with careful attention, and Erin let them part under it, opened up as he deepened the kiss, the hand that had been on her chin curling around the nape of her neck and cradling her head.
When they broke apart, they were both panting.
“I wanted you from the moment I first saw you, standing there looking at me like I was an absolute idiot,” Devlin said, lips curling into a smile.
Erin laughed.
“I’m not sure I can say the same,” she admitted. “Hot as you are, I don’t usually go for guys who are bleeding and unconscious. And as much as I wanted to kill you when you were staying on my couch, I didn’t want you to leave either.”
His hands were still on her, holding her close, and he stole another kiss. If it had been meant to be quick, it wasn't. The kiss turned long and slow and lingering, and the hand on the small of her back slid down until it could curl around the back of her thigh. Erin broke the kiss with a gasp.
“Moving a little fast, there, don’t you think?”
“Am I?”
He gathered her up into his arms despite her protests, and carried her over to the big four poster bed that sat in one corner of the room, covered with a deep blue duvet. He dropped her gently down onto the mattress, and Erin laid there looking up at him as he joined her, stretching out along her side.
“I admit, I might not exactly be in shape for a marathon session of any kind, but I think I’m okay for a kiss or ten.”
“Or ten.” Erin gave him a look that he answered with a decidedly smug grin. Okay. Yeah. She would be interested in a kiss or ten, and he knew it.
His hand curled carefully into her hair, and he claimed her mouth again. This time she let herself touch him, keeping her hands gentle as they slid
"Hey," Erin said quietly.
Devlin looked up from some paperwork spread across the desk he was sitting in front of. He smiled.
"Hey," he answered, just as soft. "How are you?"
"Well they took care of my foot and I got some food, so I'm doing pretty well. You?"
"Aching a bit. That fight wasn't really good for my ribs, but they should be back to normal soon. We heal pretty fast. Except injuries from silver, and another were's claws or teeth. Those take longer, for whatever reason. No one has really been able to explain it."
"I'm not really here to talk about your healing ability, to be honest."
His eyebrows lifted and he smiled. "No? I would have thought you'd be very interested."
Erin laughed, but she shook her head.
"Maybe another time," she said.
He stood up from the desk and stepped toward her, stopping a little too close to be considered outside her personal space. This close, she had to tip her head back to look up at him, and she could almost feel the heat of his body. He ran warm, but there was none of the feverish heat there had been the first day, and his face wasn't flushed or clammy.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "Honestly?"
Erin ran a hand through her hair.
"Honestly?" She sighed. "I've been better. I mean, I don't mind being here." I don't mind being with you. "But I ran out of my house with nothing."
"We'll get your things back. They won't take them. They've no use for them. And we'll send you home as soon as it's safe. I promise."
Erin dipped her head and nodded. Devlin's fingers curled under her chin, gently lifted it.
"You're so quiet all of a sudden."
"Yeah. Well." She smiled a little crookedly. "Someone helped me come to a realization."
"Did they?"
Erin looked up into his eyes, a hazel that almost seemed amber in the light pouring through the high narrow windows.
"They did," she said, hardly above a whisper.
He leaned down, slowly, and pressed his lips to hers.
His mouth was warm and confident, one of his hands settling on the small of her back and drawing her in toward him. Erin wrapped her arms around his neck once more, though she was careful not to put too much weigh on his body. She didn't want to stress his ribs.
The tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips with careful attention, and Erin let them part under it, opened up as he deepened the kiss, the hand that had been on her chin curling around the nape of her neck and cradling her head.
When they broke apart, they were both panting.
“I wanted you from the moment I first saw you, standing there looking at me like I was an absolute idiot,” Devlin said, lips curling into a smile.
Erin laughed.
“I’m not sure I can say the same,” she admitted. “Hot as you are, I don’t usually go for guys who are bleeding and unconscious. And as much as I wanted to kill you when you were staying on my couch, I didn’t want you to leave either.”
His hands were still on her, holding her close, and he stole another kiss. If it had been meant to be quick, it wasn't. The kiss turned long and slow and lingering, and the hand on the small of her back slid down until it could curl around the back of her thigh. Erin broke the kiss with a gasp.
“Moving a little fast, there, don’t you think?”
“Am I?”
He gathered her up into his arms despite her protests, and carried her over to the big four poster bed that sat in one corner of the room, covered with a deep blue duvet. He dropped her gently down onto the mattress, and Erin laid there looking up at him as he joined her, stretching out along her side.
“I admit, I might not exactly be in shape for a marathon session of any kind, but I think I’m okay for a kiss or ten.”
“Or ten.” Erin gave him a look that he answered with a decidedly smug grin. Okay. Yeah. She would be interested in a kiss or ten, and he knew it.
His hand curled carefully into her hair, and he claimed her mouth again. This time she let herself touch him, keeping her hands gentle as they slid
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