“Never be the good guy around me.” My voice is filled with lust that I didn’t realize could be so overpowering.
His head tilts up, and our lips meet for a slow kiss. An instant sizzle that sets off fireworks inside of me. Nothing is enough right now. I need more of his mouth, more of his hands. I need him to take me the way he’s been thinking about since that night.
Our bodies tangle when he guides my leg to prop over his lap. His tongue is a delicious assault to my senses as he swipes gently the tip of my tongue.
We fall back onto the mattress, and our bodies curve against one another as we’re trying to feel everything at once.
“Clothes off,” I manage to say between kisses.
I’m searching for the straps of my dress that are midway down my arms now. I can’t see because I refuse to let our mouths part.
Declan reaches between us to fumble with his zipper.
But just as we’re about to remove all our barriers, a phone goes off.
“Ignore it,” I plead and struggle to drag my lips away enough to speak.
“Not my phone,” he mumbles into my mouth.
Shit.
I groan and reluctantly pull away. As much as I wish I could ignore it, I can’t. It’s still a workday, and I told Tilly to call if it was urgent.
Grabbing the phone from my bag, I quickly answer while I look down at Declan who has no plans on moving an inch. “Hey, Tilly.” I sound almost out of breath. She answers on the other end and explains the issue that someone phoned in an order because they forgot their wife’s fiftieth birthday party. “Yeah, no. I mean, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Give me fifteen minutes. Just grab a bunch of dahlias for now. Okay? See you soon.”
The moment I end my call, Declan is patting the mattress and inviting me back.
I throw on an over-the-top pout. “Sorry. I have to go. A last-minute order came in, and it’s a big one. Need to go save some husband after he forgot his wife’s surprise birthday party.”
Declan blows out a big breath, and he returns to sitting. “Work of a superhero.”
I begin to straighten my dress, severely disappointed in this change of events. “Raincheck?”
“Same time tomorrow?” he suggests.
I nod and rise from the bed. “I’ll even come caffeinated and fed so we can skip to the good part.”
Declan grins as he slides off the bed and approaches me, placing his hands on my shoulders, with his eyes so damn charming. “I think I like you wolfing down a burger and not afraid to ask questions.”
“I have a hundred more.”
“And I think I do too.” He leans down to capture my mouth for a quick kiss, a sweet parting. “See you tomorrow.”
I smile softly at him before I head to the door. “Maybe I’ll send you a picture later. An apology for leaving.”
“Wouldn’t complain. But you don’t owe me an apology. I left a note on the pillow, remember?”
I laugh to myself. “And I’m leaving you with a monster hard-on.”
“Call us even.”
I hold the door open as I look back at him. His head is low, and he wipes his hand across his jaw. His sexual frustration just makes him ten times hotter. “Hey, Dec.”
He looks up with bright blue eyes. “Yeah?”
“You said earlier that everyone is waiting for you to fail.” His head perks back slightly at my words. “I don’t think you’ll fail.”
He seems taken aback by my words. “Why do you do that?”
