“Once you come greet our guest like the gentleman I know you are,” Mandy scolds.

Devin shoves off the wall and stalks over to me, his eyes full of an intimidating hunger. I swallow hard, my throat tight. He sets a strong hand on my waist and leans in. The familiar smell of citrus and man fills my senses. I bite back a moan. He places a chaste kiss on my cheek that curls my toes.

“Welcome,” he murmurs in my ear and my knees go weak. One word and I’m a puddle for this man. I’d be ashamed of myself if I was capable of any emotion other than desire. Devin pulls away and peers down at me with those coal-black eyes and a lopsided grin. Holy hell, it’s indecent for him to be so damn sexy in front of his family.

Rob clears his throat next to me. I shake my head and turn to see the three of them staring at me and Devin. I realize I have a handful of Devin’s shirt in my greedy fist and I’m biting my bottom lip. Rob looks amused, Mandy scandalized and Becs mischievous. I let go of Devin’s shirt and flatten out the wrinkles with both hands while I avoid eye contact with everyone.

“Let’s go,” Rob announces as he pulls Mandy and Becs into the dining room.

Devin and I are alone in the entryway. He slaps his hand over mine to still my fiddling with his shirt. I drop my head to his chest and let out a deep exhale.

“You’re killin’ me, Big Man,” I mumble to his chest pocket.

“Right back at you, JB.” I can’t tell if he’s amused or annoyed. Maybe both. I pull my head up and stare at him. He’s trying to look distant and angry, scowl locked in place. But those eyes give him away. They’re smoldering for me and I can’t help but smile at the sight. He nods behind us.

“Right. Let’s do this,” I chirp, extracting myself from Devin and strolling into the dining room as if I wasn’t seconds from mauling him in his family’s entryway. I can control myself. I hope.

I follow Jessie into the dining room, showing monk-like restraint in not staring at her perfect ass. That soft moan she let out in front of everyone just about killed me. My fingers itch to touch this woman, no matter who’s watching. I sit down at the table and cross my arms, locking down my wandering fingers. Mandy has Jessie sitting next to me and the last thing I need is to find my hand on her thigh halfway through Meatloaf Monday.

“So how did you two meet?” Mandy asks Jessie.

“Party—”

“At a campus party—” Jessie and I start talking at the same time. I’m done explaining, but she keeps going. “We have a mutual friend on the football team, so we were both at this afterparty. I saw him from across the room and that was that.” She side-eyes me with a smirk.