The chamber shuddered, causing Beth to stumble. Devon automatically put a hand against her waist to steady her. He expected that she’d move away, but she didn’t, and electricity sizzled through him, rousing instincts a man really didn’t like experiencing in a crowded space. He wanted to undress her brain, stroke her perspective, make her gasp out the most fascinating theory she hid from all other men. (He also wanted to kiss the hell out of her, but that went without saying.)
