Well, shit. It sounds like Declan’s asking me to open my heart.
That’s something I haven’t done since my mother died. From the moment the cop told me she was gone, I made sure to steel myself so I couldn’t be destroyed by grief again. So that if ever I lost someone again, it couldn’t possibly hurt as much as it did when I lost her.
But right here, right now, I can’t hold back. I don’t want to.
A tear slides down my cheek. “What about guilt?”
“Screw guilt.” He pauses inside me, fully seated. “Screw pain. And shame and grief. Tell them they can’t stay here. Not tonight.”
I reach for the back of his neck and pull him closer.
Our kiss is rough and dirty and perfect. Declan drives in and out of me with the same reckless abandon as his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth.
His pace grows increasingly erratic, and I’m trembling so much I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles over his back to steady myself.
Declan’s eyes lock with mine, and he rocks inside me so deeply that I scream into his mouth as I climax.
My orgasm isn’t just a physical release. It’s emotional. It’s spiritual.
I feel nothing but euphoric bliss as the waves pulse through my body, and when Declan calls out my name and releases inside me, I come again.
So hard that his face goes out of focus as I continue to orgasm.
“Mia. Fuck. Oh, fuck.” Declan’s teeth nip my bottom lip, and the sting of pain brings me close to the edge again.
When he shifts so he can slide his thumb across my clit, I come for a third time.
By the time he collapses next to me, pulling me into his chest, I’m so sated and exhausted I can barely move.
“No way sex without a condom is always like that,” Declan says.
I laugh into his solid, ridiculously-ripped chest. “People would never get out of bed.”
“That was fucking mind-blowing,” he says as he kisses my head. “And we’re not done.”
“We’re…not?” I can’t possibly imagine more sex. I already know I’m going to be walking funny tomorrow.
Declan takes my hand and moves it below his waist. He’s already getting hard again.
“This is what you do to me,” he says.
He shifts my hand until it’s over his racing heart. “And this.”
One thing’s for sure. Tonight is going to leave a mark. And not just on my heart. Declan has worked his way into my soul, and I don’t want him to leave.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I’m not in my bed. And I’m so warm and cozy. I open my eyes. And stare into Declan’s.
Oh, shit.
Did I just say that out loud?
“That’s not the best greeting the morning after,” he says wryly.
I break into a peal of laughter. “I’m sorry! I was sleeping so deeply, and I seriously didn’t know where I was.” I look around. Through the skylight above us, the sun is just coming up. It’s still quite early. Maybe even the horses are still asleep. “The barn.”
And every single moment of last night comes back to me.
