I can't pretend I don't remember the way my nerves lit up like the 4th of July when he had his hands on me last night, and that was when I didn't think there was any chance for us at all.

Now that I've had a chance to see a new side of Devon, a glimpse into the man that one of the top professional matchmakers in the world thinks should be my husband. I feel like I'm starting to understand why she wanted me to give him a chance.

Devon's lips crash down on mine. The kiss is sudden and wild and if I pretended that it wasn't exactly what I craved after being cooped up with him in the little rented sports car for over an hour, I'd be a liar.

I'm so ready for his touch that I let my body mold against his as he pulls me against his chest.

Last night wasn't a fluke, there's definitely chemistry here. Like the insane, off the charts kind of chemistry that makes people completely oblivious to everything around them while they're lost in each other.

That's how I'm feeling right now. I can hear the waves rolling in and crashing on the shore but other than that, the only sensation my body can register is Devon.

One of his large, heavy hands cups the back of my neck, holding me so I can't pull away but there's no chance of that right now. I'm just as eager for his mouth on mine as he is. His other hand is pressed into the small of my back.

He's got me pinned up against his body so tightly that my toes are barely touching the ground. I can feel that huge bulge pressed into my groin and right now I'd give about anything to have it somewhere else.

Devon's so much bigger than I am. I remember the file on him said 6 foot 2, it didn't list a weight and I couldn't say for sure what it might be. He's solid muscle. Like he goes to the gym and works out on a regular basis, but his bulk isn't that pumped up look that comes from just working out.

As I ran my hands over every inch of him that I can reach in this position, I feel the kind of body that comes from actually doing physical labor.

I remember his family, their tailored suits and designer dresses and that haughty attitude that people with money have when they think they're better than others. They didn't strike me as the type who've ever worked with their hands in their lives.

Last night Devon didn't strike me as any different from them, but now I've had a chance to realize there's substance to him that he keeps hidden below the surface. As my hands make their way down the lean sinew of his back I'm excited to discover so much more about him.

Substance later though, right now all I want is to get my hands under his shirt. When I do, his skin is hot and velvet smooth over the hardness of his toned muscles.

He finally relaxes his arm enough that my feet drop back to the sand but he only lets me go enough that he can put his hands under my tunic top. His fingers run over my nipples and I groan, my back bowing so that my breasts are pressed into his hands.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden staircase above us drags me reluctantly back to reality and it's pretty obvious from the gruff string of curse words that Devon mumbles as he pulls his mouth off my neck that I'm not the only one who isn't up for company.

"Come on," Devon wraps his arm around my waist and propels me down the beach toward a formation of huge rocks that jut up out of the sand.

We stop several times along the way, Devon pulling me against him again and claiming my mouth passionately while his hands roam over my body. By the time we're tucked into a private cove where no one's likely to find us he has me so worked up I wouldn't care if we'd stayed in the parking lot.

I'm still walking forward when I feel his hands grip me around the waist and yank me back against him. I can feel his rock hard cock pushing against my ass as his hands work on the stretchy spandex leggings I'm wearing.

One hand is reaching down the front, running over my stomach and finding its way over my bare mound and into my wet folds.

I gasp at the feel of the rough pads of his fingers as he moves them between my lower lips while his other hand peels the fabric off my legs.

Devon lets out a low groan that rumbles through his chest and vibrates my body, "naught girl," he whispers hoarsely in my ear, "you're not wearing any panties."

Shit. Is that weird? I don't wear them with leggings because even my skimpiest thongs always seem to show through the skin tight spandex. For a second I feel self conscious, but then it becomes all too clear that Devon is insanely turned on by the fact. Or maybe it's the lasered bikini area.

"Girl," his voice is so deep I feel it more than hear it as he speaks between the hot kisses that he's trailing over my skin, "you're so fucking hot, I could come in my jeans right now just from feeling how wet you are for me."

I have to reach out and prop myself up against the rock wall of the cliff beside us to keep from falling in the sand. His fingers slide into me and I can't help but lean forward to open myself up to him as his mouth moves down my back.

Devon's on his knees behind me, his hands gripping my ass and pulling my cheeks wide. His thumb is poised against my hole but as I start to shy away from what he's doing his other hand lands on my cheek with a sharp sound that rises above the crashing waves.

"Bend over," he growls without waiting for me to comply. His hands are so strong and they have no problem pushing me forward while keeping my legs firmly in place in front of him.

I brace myself against the rocks and let him push my feet farther apart till I'm bent over and open wide, my legging in a pile on the ground beside me with my top pushed up out of the way. I'm completely exposed out here and at this minute I don't give a fuck.

I feel Devon's firm touch as his hand runs up the length of my leg, slowing as he takes time along the inside of my thigh to watch my body tremble in anticipation. Then his whole hand is between my legs, two fingers easily delving inside my pussy while another rocks against my clit as he fucks me with his hand.

Then I feel his mouth.

Oh. My. God. His tongue drags down the crack of my ass and draws tight circles around my asshole before he buries his face between my thighs and alternates eating me out from behind with pushing his fingers deep inside me.

It only takes a little bit of that to send me rocketing over the edge. The wind and the ocean take my screams and carry them far away while Devon wrings a series of violent spasms from my body.