“Thank you for staying. I would have felt bad if you went back to the city and I didn’t get to give you at least one orgasm this weekend.”
He chuckles. “I’m swamped with meetings this week, but this is a perfect way to head into a new week. Besides, I kind of felt ending the weekend between us with brother bear giving me the stare down wasn’t the way to leave things.” Declan tips back his wine glass to finish the drink.
My eyes enjoy the reality that he’s standing in my kitchen after a dinner where we laughed and talked. “Fun, right?”
“If he ever were to find out, because I’m not sure Connor is going to stay tight-lipped with his theory, then we need to come up with a story.”
“What do you mean?” I hold my glass to my chest.
Declan folds his arms over his chest and leans against the edge of the sink with a suave grin. “Well, we can’t exactly say how we started, now can we?”
“True. Nobody knows about that night except us, which means we are free to make up our own version of events.”
“We ran into one another at the stadium, then…” he begins.
“Again, at a bar in the city…”
“Where I asked about things that scare you.”
My cheeks warm because it seems neither one of us wants to change our sequence of events. “And we got to talking, then you showed up in Lake Spark at my flower shop, relieved that you would never have to impress me with a flower…”
“The bird said to tie you up, but you just wanted to tie me down, and your charming ways kind of wore at me.”
The way he says it, with his eyes locked on me, sends a chill down my spine. It’s a blur between what’s real or pretend right now, especially when he steps closer. Only when I hear the glass clink against the bottom of the sink do I realize that Declan slid it away from my fingers. He cups my face between his palms, and he lowers his mouth onto mine to kiss me.
The kind of kiss that feels confirming.
I’m not sure for what, but I return his kiss with the same force.
My fingers curl into his shirt because I feel like I’m going dizzy or crazy, and I don’t seem to mind.
Pulling gently away, his eyes have a glint that gives me no answers, other than the desire I see.
I interlink our hands, and without any words, walk us to my bedroom where I guide him to sit on the edge of my bed. He watches my every move as I lead, pleased when I drop down onto his lap to straddle him.
Declan’s hands follow the curve of my hipbone down to my ass before he hoists me snug to his body, and instantly, I feel his cock through his jeans.
Our lips fuse together in a kiss that feels far more intimate than it should.
But it only fuels us because he rolls us until I’m on my back and underneath him. Then it feels as though the air snaps between us, a calm after a long day.
We enter a pattern of a kiss, then our eyes dancing, before planting another kiss at random spots on one another’s body.
No need to rush or say anything, because our eyes say it all.
Sex isn’t our priority, yet this feels like something to cherish.
We take our time caressing one another’s bodies for what feels like forever, until Declan holds my gaze while he brings two fingers inside of me, and his thumb circles my clit. It’s like a magnetic pull that neither one of us can control as my body follows his movements, writhing under his touch.
Slow, we never rush. We enjoy the taste of one another at the same time, and when he pushes inside of me with his cock, I get lost in him.
Because when I see our hands connected against the mattress as Declan moves inside of me—no dirty talk, just our breaths and moans merging into a synced sound—then I realize we’re entering new territory that I’m not sure either one of us anticipated.
19
VIOLET
Itrace my finger over the words on my phone.
