Doing as I asked, he pushed harder. I immediately gave in to my release, screaming out my pleasure. It was even better when Declan took my nipple in his mouth and bit down while he finished inside of me.
Trembling from the aftershocks of his release, Declan lifted up on his elbows and smiled, his body shielding me from the rain. “Now that was fucking hot.”
I smiled up at him, loving that he was still hard between my legs.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed. “Do you think we should take this inside now?”
Declan grinned. “Oh, yes. And thank you for giving me a new memory of the rain. I needed it.”
I cupped his face in my hands. “Happy to help.”
Chapter 14
Ayla
The bed was so warm when I awoke that I didn’t want to get up. Maybe it was because Declan’s arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his body. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this happy.
I moved my leg just a tiny bit to stretch and Declan squeezed me tighter.
“You can’t leave,” he teased, kissing the back of my neck.
“Believe me, I don’t want to.” I snuggled into him. “But my stomach won’t let me stay in bed. After last night, I think I burned off a million calories.”
His chest vibrated against my back as he laughed. “Yeah, I’m hungry, too.”
I turned around in his arms, loving how relaxedhe looked with his hair in disarray and the sun shining on his face through the blinds. It was as if he was a different person.
“Do we want to go out to breakfast, or do you, by chance, have any food in your refrigerator?” I asked curiously.
He smirked. “I have eggs and bacon. It’s what I eat every morning.”
My smile widened. I felt so connected to him, especially now that I’m finding out we have so many things in common.
“Same,” I said, staring at him in awe. “But sometimes I’ll throw in a blueberry muffin.”
I slid out of bed—still naked from last night—and looked down at my rain-soaked clothes in the corner. “Um, do you happen to have . . .”
Declan chuckled when I turned to face him. He pointed over at his dresser. “I have plenty of T-shirts and boxers in there. Take whatever you want.”
I opened his drawers and picked out the first T-shirt and pair of boxers I could find. With him still naked in bed, I knew I could use those few minutes to get into his kitchen and find that recipe Linda wanted me to get.
“I’m going to make us somebreakfast,” I said, slipping on his clothes and focusing back on him. “Is that okay? Or do you want to go out?”
His smile made my whole body tighten. If I wasn’t so hungry, I would hop back in bed and demand another round in the sheets.
“I’m good with us eating in.” He sat up and patted the space beside him. “But first, there’s something I want to tell you. I was going to tell you last night, but we got a little busy. It’s one of the reasons why you found me out in the rain.”
I sat down and he rested a hand on my thigh, his gaze on his fingers as they made circles on my skin. “When Elijah died, I pretty much ran away from New York. I wanted to avoid anyone and everyone I knew. The last thing I wanted to see was disappointment and blame on their faces.” His eyes lifted to mine. “My parents were the main ones. I thought they would blame me for not protecting Elijah.” Before I could speak, he shook his head, saying quickly. “They don’t blame me, Ayla. I talked to my mother yesterday for the first time in I don’t know how long. Now that I’ve spoken to her, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. My parents don’t blame me at all.”
I placed a hand over his. “That’s great, Declan. I’m glad you were able to talk to your mom.”
He nodded. “Me too.” Then his smile broadened. “And speaking of my mom, she wants to come down with my dad and visit. I told her about you. She wants to meet you.”
Excitement bubbled in my chest. “You want me to meet your parents? Isn’t that kind of serious for you?”
Declan wrapped his fingers through mine. “It is.”
“So, what does that make us?” I asked, hoping he couldn’t hear my heart’s erratic beating.
