He locks the door, marches straight to me, and cradles my head in his hands. I’m beginning to believe that city-Declan is a man fueled by power, and when he’s in Lake Spark, he is a man who lets down a wall or two. Both versions of him, I seem to adore.
“Why would you go to Eclipse with Charlotte?” His voice is clipped.
“Why not? I didn’t know the name of the place. Charlotte just mentioned that she wanted to go to a club, and I said yes.”
His face softens slightly. “Wait, what kind of club do you think she wanted to go to?”
“Music, dancing, I don’t know.” I’m trying to understand what is happening.
Declan pinches the bridge of his noise and smirks. “I can assure you that’s not the kind of club she wants to go to.”
“What do you me—” Then it hits me. “Oh.” It drags out of me.
“Yeah, oh. Charlotte and Brent go there together. They like to have a lot of fun, the more the merrier. They also love to watch. My prediction is that Charlotte was going to spring this on you later in the night.”
“I guess after the last party I went to with her, I might appear willing to tag along.” Charlotte is spontaneous and likes to push my limits, but if we got there and I said no, then she wouldn’t be mad. I glance down at my shoulder to avoid his gaze. “You’re familiar with the club?”
He glances to the side. “In a past life, yes.”
“What if Idowant to go?”
“Not happening on my watch.” He steps closer, heat radiating off his body. “It seems we both ended up with our friends either lying to ensure we met up tonight or they really are eager to watch us.”
I chortle a laugh because, knowing Charlotte, it’s probably option two. “Should we be flattered?”
Declan slides my hair to one side to expose the curve of my neck. “You should be. Me? I want to kill my friend out there.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to share you or have anyone get a front-row seat to watch the way you come.” His fingers glide along the skin of my shoulder, and I feel my panties getting wrecked.
My breath hitches when a ripple of arousal rolls through my body. “We were just a fling, right? I’m not sure you still get to stake a claim,” I manage to rasp.
Declan dips his head down, and his teeth make contact with my skin to gently nip at my shoulder. “About that… what if we don’t stop?”
Our eyes meet again. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not the guy for romantic sunsets, but I don’t want this thing between us to end. Tell me you feel that way too.” His hand grips my hair behind my neck to hold me in place, while his other hand skims up my thigh. “Tell me,” he whispers with assertion.
“Were we really going to have coffee tomorrow?”
A sinister chuckle rumbles in his throat. “I was going to try. I do enjoy listening to you talk but how long we would have lasted there, I’m not sure. I had a busy week, but you stayed in my head. God, I hate the idea of anyone getting to see you looking like this.”
“That’s kind of how this goes when you’re not with someone,” I highlight the fact.
“I know, but I don’t want our week to end. We’re both single and enjoy one another, so why not keep it going?”
I smile, as I was hoping tomorrow at coffee that he would tell me he was miserable the last week without me, and it appears that is the case.
This time I’m the one stepping closer to him. “What are the rules this time?”
His thumb pushes against my bottom lip. “I don’t know. We keep going, and when one of us can’t handle it anymore, then we’re open with the other and stop.”
Risky. I know it is. But it’s also exhilarating.
I nod gently in agreement.
“I guess no coffee tomorrow.” He begins to grin and lolls his head gently to the side. “Or maybe that depends on when we actually get out of bed.”
