Chapter One

Heart pounding and blood heating, Lexy stared at the man leaning against the red brick of her apartment building. Unmoving in the shadows just beyond the light of the entrance, he was barely visible. Yet, as she slammed the car door and moved steadily across the dimly lit parking lot, her insides knotted with an undeniable excitement.

Devon Kaye. It wasn't really surprising her body recognized him before her brain did. After all, the man had worked her body in ways that, a year later, still lived on in her dreams.

Stifling the urge to jump on him with open arms and eager lips, Lexy kept her steps slow and even, and her expression casual. It was almost nine o'clock at night and the August night sky was still darkening, creating shadows that danced against the walls of the brick building.

When she got close, he shifted out of those shadows and she stopped in front of him. Planting her hands on her hips, she tilted her head to the side and took her time checking him out. Delicious.

He was six feet of lean muscle covered by scuffed biker boots, faded denim jeans, a plain white T-shirt, and a black leather jacket. His midnight hair was mussed, his jaw unshaven, and his piercing gray eyes turbulent.

Lexy's hormones settled into a holding pattern and she spoke softly. Gently. "Hey."

"Hey."

Talking never had been their strong point. The first night they'd met, Devon had said they were two of a kind, and it was true. They'd connected almost immediately on a very physical level. Even as they stood there, silent, the hunger for Devon's touch gathered strength inside her.

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