Well Met (Well Met, #1)

by Jen DeLuca

But your name is your identity. Names are important. Names have power. Names are one of the things that tells you who you are.”

“Well, love. I’d be fighting for you.” His mouth was so, so close to mine, and his voice was low, almost gravelly, like he was telling me a reluctant secret. “That would be a fight worth winning.”

“Of course you did. What else would you want to do with me?” His eyes flared, and oh, no. I really hadn’t meant to say that. Before I could blink he had stepped closer, impossibly closer, crowding me against the bar. I barely had time to draw a startled breath as he took my face between his hands and his mouth came down on mine. Holy shit, Simon Graham was kissing me.

Let us love you, and remind you that you’re worth it until you figure out what you’re going to do next.”

“Then brace yourself.” He straightened up and backed away from me a step or two. “I’m going to woo your ass off.”