"Devlin shifted just the slightest, and the next breath Rosie took lodged in her throat. She felt him against her stomach, thick and hard, and unless he had something weird in the front of his pants, he was totally turned on. So was she. And they were both apparently freaks, because she'd just tried to shove him and he had just threatened her, but here they were, utterly aroused, and there was a really good chance she needed to find a therapist stat. ... "Are we going to pretend like you don't feel me?" he asked, rather calmly. "Yes," she snapped. "How's that working out for you?" "Just great." The moment those words came out of her mouth, she realized how ridiculous they sounded. Devlin's lips twitched."