The only other man she’d ever even thought about kissing. A man that might help her forget.
She threw herself at Devon, clutching his jacket, yanking him close, almost knocking them both out in her spontaneous decision to kiss him.
But she had to touch him. Needed to remind herself that it wasn’t too late for her to live, feel, maybe even love again.
Not that she let any of that spill out. She kept the verbal garbage inside and just kissed him.
And he kissed her back, with his hands cupping her ass, and a low hum of pleasure rumbling from him, vibrating against her mouth.
The heat between them built, and she burned with need.
💣👱♀️🏒 Hockey Mom (Killer Moms #2) is out now!