“My turn.” Ronan handed Declan his watch. “Time starts when our lips touch.”
Declan nodded, something close to feral gleaming in his eyes.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Ohshit.
Ronan was going to kiss me.
He moved into my space before I fully understood what it meant. I’d known what I asked for, but knowing and having Ronan take me into his arms, one hand around my waist and the other sliding up to cup the side of my neck?
Yeah, I hadn’treallyunderstood that part.
He made it seem like he had all the time in the world. Where Finn had been all heat and confidence, time stopped with Ronan.
“Bree.” My name on his lips might’ve been the sexiest sound in the world. His lips brushed mine once, twice. When they settled and he pulled me closer, his thumb riding along the edge of my jaw, I knew I’d lost.
They owned me.
I fisted my hands in his shirt and hung on for dear life, rising onto my toes to meet him. A low sound rumbled in his chest. Infinity would not be long enough to understand this man.
“Time.” Declan sounded like he’d been strangled.
Ronan lifted his head, then kissed the tip of my nose.
My entire body trembled. All from a couple of kisses.
Ronan’s eyes had gone almost black, and his jaw clenched. The hand holding my waist spasmed. “I have to let you go, darling.”
I didn’t mean to whimper, but the sound tore out of me when he slid his hand down and away from my body.
“Declan will take good care of you.” His gaze stayed locked on me, but a threat lingered in the words.
Declan. Oh god. I still got to kiss Declan. How was I going to rate any of them, much less decide who kissed best?
Finn rubbed his hands together. “Last chance, Declan. Better make it count.”
Declan ignored Finn and held out a hand toward me. The shaking turned almost violent when my palm slid across his. I’d felt his hands on me before, but not like this.
Declan had a possessive streak I hadn’t anticipated. When his hands lock on my hips, there’s very little gentleness and a whole lot of raw power. How could three men so different from each other draw me in so much?
I’d give just about anything to be with one of them, but after kisses from Finn and Ronan, I wasn’t sure I could draw the line to choose.
They set my body on fire, and I was beginning to think that nothing short of all three would put out the flames.
11
DECLAN
I should walk away. That was the only thing that made any sense. Drop Bree’s hand and walk the fuck away.
I couldn’t do it.
She had hold of me, and I’d walk through hell itself before I let her go.
Touching Bree like this–knowing I was about to kiss her–crossed every line I’d spent weeks toeing. This was it, the beginning of the end.
Smooth skin slid along my palm and up my arm when I cupped her cheek exactly how I’d imagined doing every night since she arrived.
“Declan.” My name came out as a breathless wish.
