Harriet’s POV
Devon groaned audibly, the sound reverberating around us and reaching my toes making them curl in my shoes.
Devon’s fingers soon left my hair and went under my jaw. He tilted my head up to stare at him, his eyes darting across my own features until they settled on my lips.
“You are f*******n from me, but that only makes me want you more” he said, his voice heavy and full of l**t.
I wanted to ask him what he meant by that but we were interrupted.
A knock sounded on the door causing another frustrated groan to come out of Devon and a tiny frustrated whimper from me.
Devon trailed across my lower lip with his fingers before taking steps away from me. We exchanged one long contact, our eyes saying a lot of things before Devon averted his gaze to the door. He took the
