Reaching down and letting his hands rest momentarily on his partners ass after he spun her back around meant Devin could decidedly lift her up ever so much while cupping her well formed in the dress ass and bring her up for a kiss. It was hot in the club, but that kiss could have melted Siberia. The lack of hesitation took Devin by surprise, but it was like 2 years of waiting had suddenly burst from the dam. 

The kiss came with a second wave to it. Not broken apart or robotic but after both realized completely what was happening her body and his seemed to mold even closer together if that was possible. His hand was still firmly on her ass but now his other was above it on the small of her back pulling her in more. He felt hot and so did she but then he felt more than hot and started to slowly release his partner. 

Devin had seen a gun pointed at him, a bullet shot at him, and knife swung at him, but the fear he had as he pulled apart from Harper was ten times anything he felt before. He knew the signs were there and she asked him to do it. You couldn't be more direct than she was. But the reality was she was emotionally vulnerable and both of them were drunk. HE cursed in his mind at the sudden situation he realized he was in and with some regret but little interest in lingering on it drew back from the passionate kiss.