“Because…”
“Because I miss you. I miss what we were trying to build.”
I stared at him, trying to determine if he was sincere. I’d never known him not to be, but at the same time… being shoved out on my ass so many times made me wary.
“Is this because of her?” I couldn’t help but ask. No matter how attracted I was to her, no matter how much the idea of having her and Hayden together, I had to know that I was wanted for myself first.
“Yes and no.”
Water flooded my gaze. I nodded, closing my eyes so I didn’t have to look at him.
“What does that mean?”
The words came out in a gasp, even though I did not want to sound so hurt. Hiding it was futile. Teardrops squeezed out, making trails down my face.
“Yes, because I think we’re both interested.”
He wasn’t wrong. We were. And years ago, before things went to hell in a handbasket, I’d be all in for jumping into bed with them both, no questions asked. No hesitation. But that was before, and this was now.
“But…”
My gaze found his.
“I want to fix our shit and unfuck this mess we’re in no matter what. Because I miss you. I miss who I was when we were together. And, before we can think of adding a third, we have to be on solid ground ourselves.”
The sincerity in his words painted a beautiful picture in the chocolate depths. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. I launched myself at him, my hands burrowing in his hair, popping the hair tie holding it back as I took his mouth in a deep, needy, long-awaited kiss.
16
HAYDEN
Declan shoved me against the wall in the upstairs hallway, his mouth attacking mine.
So long. So fucking long had passed between the last time I tasted him. I didn’t want it to end, but I also wanted more. My soul sighed at having him so close, being able to touch him. To feel him. But fabric covered his upper body and it pissed me off. I wanted to touch his skin.
From the soft skin of his body to the roughness of his work-worn hands, I wanted it all.
Yes, I was a greedy bastard, but I didn’t fucking give a damn.
Curling my hands into the fabric of his shirt, I pulled. Buttons flew, ping-ponging off the walls and hardwood floors. I forced the shirt over his shoulders, locking his arms to his sides. I marveled at the expanse of his broad chest. The muscles there were much more defined than I remembered. And bulkier. His pecs filled my palms as I teased his nipples while he tongue-fucked my face.
I pinched and pulled on his tender flesh. A growl vibrated through his chest and throat, making my cock jump in my pants. Fuck, I wanted him. He could force me to the ground, open me up, and fuck me hard and fast, and then I’d do the same to him. At this point, I didn’t care who was in charge. I needed him, wanted him, longed for him.
Declan pulled his mouth from mine, shook himself free of his shirt, then yanked mine up and over my head, tossing it to the ground with his.
“Oh!”
I pulled my mouth from Declan’s and turned to glare at the person fucking up the best thing that’s happened to me in years. The heat in my gaze turned from anger to lust in an instant.
The beautiful, pint-sized piece of lusciousness who made my dick twitch stood at the top of the stairs, her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide with interest.
I glanced at Declan and smirked. Oh yeah. Need flared in his gaze as his eyes skimmed her curves. My eyes flicked between his face and her body. Other than the blessings sitting on her chest, her upper body was thin, but the curve of her breasts gave way to the dip of a waist I was sure my hands would span with ease, and then climbed the rounded hips and down to her thick thighs.
Fuck me, those damn curves. His and hers. I wanted her sandwiched between us, riding Declan while I rode him.
I stepped behind Declan, so I could love on him while I watched the woman we both wanted.
Who wanted us.
