His eyes narrow. "Nora was here. I saw her car leave." He pockets his phone and crosses the room. Stops a few feet away, giving me space but close enough I can feel the heat radiating off him. "What did she say?"
"She told me about Sunday dinner."
He nods. "I was going to tell you tonight."
"She said I'm an O'Rourke now."
The corner of his mouth turns up. “Of course you are. You’re my wife.”
The certainty in his voice does things to my insides. Heat floods my chest, my stomach, and travels lower.
I should step back. Create distance. Protect myself. Instead, I move closer.
When he sees the desire in my eyes, his breath hitches. "Saoirse?”
I take another step. We're inches apart now. Close enough I have to tilt my head back to see his face.
"Iwantyou, Declan.” I lift my hand and press it flat against his chest. His heart pounds rapidly under my palm. “If you're my husband, and I'm your wife, don't you think it's time our relationship becomes more…physical?"
He catches my wrist. Not hard. His grip is careful.
"You don't know what you're saying."
"I know exactly what I'm saying." My voice shakes but doesn't break. His eyes search mine. Looking for doubt, for fear, for any sign I don't mean it.
He won't find it.
The careful control in his face cracks.
"If I touch you," he says, voice low and dangerous, “we will be tearing down a barrier—permanently.”
My pulse hammers against his thumb. “Let’s tear it down.”
His grip tightens on my wrist. His other hand comes up to cup my jaw, tilting my face up.
"Last chance, Saoirse. Say the word, and I’ll walk away."
I rise on my toes, close the distance, and press my lips to his.
Chapter 10
Declan
Her lips crash into mine, and everything in me ignites.
I grip her jaw tighter, angling her head to deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping in to claim every inch of her mouth. She's tentative at first, her body rigid against mine, but then she melts, her hands fisting my shirt as a small whimper escapes her throat. That sound—fuck, that sound—it's like a drug shot straight into my veins. I've never felt like this. Never had this raw hunger clawing up from my gut, making my cock so hard it fucking hurts.
I break away just enough to growl against her lips. "You have no idea what you're unleashing."
She pants, her eyes dark and wild. "Show me."
That's all it takes. I lift her onto the kitchen counter in one swift motion, her ass hitting the cool granite. Her legs part instinctively, and I step between them, my hands sliding up her thighs. The heat of her skin through her jeans seeps into my palms, and I squeeze, feeling the tremor run through her. She's so small, so delicate, yet there's a fire in her gaze that matches mine. This woman—my wife—has survived hell, and now she'shere, offering herself to me. Enchanted doesn't even cover the spell I’m under. She's a goddamn sorceress, weaving her charms through my blood.
I yank her blouse over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra is simple, white cotton, but on her, it's perfection. I trace the edge with my thumb, watching her nipples harden under the fabric. "Beautiful," I murmur, unhooking it with one hand and letting it fall. Her breasts spill free, full and soft, her nipples puckered and begging. I cup one, rolling the peak between my fingers, and she arches into my touch with a gasp.
"Declan..." My name on her lips is a plea, and it shreds my control.
I capture her mouth again, fiercely demanding, while my free hand works the button of her jeans. She lifts her hips to help me slide them down, along with her panties, kicking them off with her shoes. Naked before me now, she tries to close her legs, a flush creeping up her chest, but I wedge my body between her thighs.
