She laughed out loud. “Another contest?”
“Always. Because I love you.”
“I love you more.”
They broke down, laughing far too hard to do any serious kissing or fooling around. Instead, they ended up in the middle of the bed, Devon wrapped around her like a safety rope.
He stroked her arm as they relaxed. “You never answered me.”
Alisha twisted to face him, brushing her cheek against his. “You sure you’re ready to take on a full-time, permanent relationship knowing I have Bailey Enterprises as the skeleton in my closet?”
He made a rude noise. “You’re not Bailey Enterprises. You’re a member of Lifeline, a kick-ass search-and-rescuer, and the only person who pushes me to be everything I can be.”
“God, you’re good.” She was nearly floating from his praise. “You just try to kick me out.”
His expression of joy reflected back and made her even happier. Then he rolled her on top and stripped off her shirt, and things weren’t nearly as relaxed or peaceful as they’d been a moment before.
She straddled him, settling her fists on her hips. “How come it suddenly looks as if you have sex on your mind?”
Her bra vanished and his strong hands slipped up her torso to begin a determined assault on her senses. “It’s not my mind you have to worry about.”
Alisha laughed, then moaned as he went to work on making both of them very happy.
It was no contest this time. They both won.