“What?”

“Were you jealous that I was out with another woman?”

Devyn looked away. “No.”

My lip twitched. “No, huh?”

“I wasn’t jealous.”

It was difficult to keep a straight face, because she was so clearly full of sh$t. But…if she wasn’t jealous, a few details wouldn’t bother her, right?

I sipped my wine and watched Devyn’s face. “Tarryn asked if I wanted to take her back to my place.”

Her eyes narrowed. “That’s nice.”

“We’ve had sex before. So I don’t think she wanted to sit on the couch and watch TV.”

Devyn’s face flushed red.

I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see her get pissed—admit she was damn jealous.

“Yeah, that Tarryn’s a real wild woman in bed. Last time she visited, we broke a lamp. Knocked it right off the end table from the bed bouncing around so much.”

I watched the muscle flex in her cheek, the same cheek that was turning a lovely shade of crimson. Yet she still wouldn’t look at me.

“Devyn?”

Her lips pursed as she stared straight ahead.

“Devyn?” I said louder.

“What?”

“Look at me.”

Her head whipped to face me, and she stared with daggers in her eyes.

I smiled. “It wouldn’t bother you if I…fu¢ked Tarryn?”

That did it.

She broke.

But she didn’t yell at me like I expected.

Not at all.

Instead, she smashed her lips against mine.

It caught me so off guard that I took a few seconds to catch up. By the time I did, Devyn was hoisting herself over, climbing me like a freaking tree.

This.

This was the chemistry we’d had from the very start.

I grabbed her a$s with one hand, lifting her higher, and guided her legs around my waist, so lost in the moment that nothing existed in the world except this kiss.

Which was probably why I didn’t hear the door open…

Rule number one for having a one-night stand: Don’t fall