“Mia…” He unbuttons the top three buttons of my blouse, and then whatever he was about to say is muffled by him burying his face between my breasts.
He flicks my pebbled nipple over my thin cotton bra, and I arch my back to get closer. Pulling down the cup of my bra, he takes my entire nipple into his hot, wet mouth and sucks hard.
Now my legs do give way. I tumble toward the floor, but Declan catches me in his strong arms, lifting me up and cradling me against his chest.
“Sorry, Mia,” he murmurs. “I got carried away. I meant to just kiss you.” His southern accent grows stronger when he’s turned on, and I want to melt into the thick, heavy way he says my name.
“I’m not complaining,” I say.
With me in his arms, he walks down the hallway and past what looks like a bedroom and adjoining bathroom.
“Is this a two-bedroom?” I say curiously.
“Yep. My cousins have a few of these cabins on the property that they sometimes rent out.”
He continues to the end of the hall and turns right into a large bedroom with a huge picture window and high ceilings.
I catch a glimpse of a clawfoot tub in the attached bathroom before Declan carries me to the bed. I sit down on the edge and reach for the fly of his jeans.
Palming his thick length through the denim, I slide my hand underneath his flannel shirt.
God, he’s ripped.That feels like an eight-pack.
“You really are an athlete,” I say as I look up at him.
He grins. “I wouldn’t have lied to you, Mia.”
I like the way he says it like he means it and wouldn’t consider being dishonest.I wonder what he’d think if he knew I was planning to enter into a false marriage.
Shoving that unpleasant thought out of my head, I unbutton his flannel at the same time that he undoes each button of my shirt. He shoves the shirt off my shoulders and unclasps my bra with a single flick. I barely get a chance to register his unbelievable body before his mouth is on mine again. He sucks on my tongue, and I feel my core start to clench.
And then, he’s kneeling in front of me.
“I promise to stop if you say the word,” he says with his hand pausing on my skirt zipper.
“I don’t want to stop,” I assure him.
He nods as he unzips my skirt and slowly drags it down my legs. When he buries his head between my thighs, I nearly come off the bed.
“Um…” I thread my fingers through his thick, dark hair. “My underwear’s still on.”
“You’re right. That’s a shame.” He raises his head to look at me, humor and lust dancing in his gray eyes. “Do I have your permission to remove them?”
I dig my teeth into my bottom lip and nod.
And then, I’m naked before a man I barely know.
Ineverhave one-night stands. Not rarely butnever.
And I can’t even explain to myself what possessed me to ask this guy I’d talked to for all of ten minutes to take me home. It was something about his eyes. They’re gray and warm and sexy. But the emotion behind them is deep, and he looks like he’s been through a war. He’s undeniably very successful, but something about him seems so lonely.
I understand lonely. I feel that way every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to sleep.
And sitting there with him at the cowboy bar, suddenly I just wanted to connect with someone intimately.
And here we are. I’m completely bare to him, and his mouth is about to kiss my…
“Shit!” My leg shoots up, and I…I knee him in the head.
