“My cologne didn’t cover it?” I ask with a grin as I start to strip.
“No.” He walks to the kitchen and grabs a trash bag. “Hurry up before the smell gets into my pillows.”
I peel off all my clothes, down to my socks and shoes and put them in the bag. Declan ties the bag, then puts it inanother bag before tying that one tightly and putting it outside. Then he sprays some kind of Lysol shit to get the smell out of the air.
I stand in the middle of the living room, ass naked. Declan’s eyes roam my body, but his usual scowl clouds his face when he says, “Shower. Now.”
“You gonna give me clothes to wear home?”
In a voice brimming with faux patience, he says, “Yes, Nico. Please, you smell.”
Chuckling, I make my way to his bathroom and start the shower. Once it’s hot and steam swirls around the interior, I step inside the glass enclosure, ducking my head under the spray.
A few seconds later, cold air drifts across my skin. I look over my shoulder and see a naked Declan climb in behind me. I lift an eyebrow when he reaches around me for his body wash.
“Can I help you?” I ask when he drizzles some of the woodsy smelling gel into a washcloth.
“You won’t be able to reach your back. You need to wash every inch of your skin so you don’t make my house smell like a morgue.”
I turn to face him, resting my hands lazily on his hips. “If you wanted to wash me, handsome, that’s all you had to say.”
He snorts but proceeds to run the cloth over my body. I allow him to do what he wants, not making a big deal out of it so he doesn’t run.
When he finishes my front, he nudges me and I turn around and let him wash along my back and shoulders. His hands are firm and strong, digging into tight muscles. I groan and let my head roll forward. My cock twitches at the feel of Declan’s hands and his closeness, but I keep it under wraps.
For now.
“Turn around,” he says in a voice of gravel. When I do, I see the heated glint in his eyes. “Tip your head back.”
I do as he says, getting my hair wet, and he reaches around me again. He pops the top of a bottle, then lets a dollop fall onto my hair. “I won’t mess up your waves, I promise.” I hear the grin in his voice.
“You better not. Took a lot of training to get them how I wanted.”
“I’ll be careful.” He washes my hair, his firm fingers feeling better than they should. Our dicks brush against each other, but neither of us does anything about our arousal.
This is more than I ever thought I’d get from Declan. When I fucked him at The Devil’s Den, I thought I’d have him a few times, then go about our business. This is so much better, so muchmore.
“All done,” he whispers, then leans forward and pecks me lightly on the lips. “I have pajamas for you.”
“You expect me to drive home in pajamas?”
Declan gives me a dry look. “Rinse off and get out of the shower before you piss me off.”
I bark a laugh and wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him closer. “Wouldn’t dream of it, handsome.” I kiss him slowly, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Declan sighs and wraps his arms around my neck, kissing me back.
We stand there, exploring each other’s mouths until the water runs cold. Then we hop out and get dressed, Declan handing me a pair of pajama bottoms. “No top?” I ask as I shove my legs into the pants.
He rolls his eyes and pads to his room. I watch the muscles of his back bunch and relax, wanting my tongue in all those dips and grooves.
Declan is in bed when I leave the bathroom, so I pull the blanket back and lie down. He immediately pastes himself tomy side, like it’s second nature. I won’t admit how much I love how he feels against me.
“Who do you think killed them?” he asks.
“Not sure. Someone who didn’t want any witnesses. The kid had to only be seven or eight.”
“Eight,” he says, voice tight. “Almost nine. He had a birthday coming up.”
There’s something in his voice that has me on high alert, but I don’t ask. Right now, Declan is in my arms. Anything else will have to wait.
