Devlin.” Eva glared at him over the top of the steaming mug of coffee he had just made and poured for them both. “N. O. It spells no!”  Finn had persuaded his unexpected visitor to at least take off her jacket, hat and gloves before joining him in the huge oak kitchen, kept warm by the wood-burning stove along one wall.   It had the added benefit of allowing him to see that the dark green cable-knit sweater did indeed fit snugly over pert breasts. Surprisingly large breasts, considering Eva was so slender everywhere else...  He had always been a breast man, liked to look at them, to cup them in his hands, squeeze them, lick them, and taste them. Eva probably had nipples as huge as ripe berries too, if they were in proportion to the rest of those firm and full breasts.  Finn wanted to touch them.  He also wanted to photograph them.  And he had just told Eva so in no uncertain terms.  “Would you please stop staring at me like that?” Eva shifted uncomfortably as she sat across the kitchen table from him.
