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“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” I felt my body loosen, and my head rolled to the side when his lips moved in a line down the side of my neck. “I need a bath,” I said halfhearte
dly as one of his hands moved under my shirt. “That was code for I’m sweaty and gross.”
Declan moved out from behind me and pushed me up against one of the living room walls. “I really don’t care,” his deep voice rumbled before he captured my lips with his.
His fingers found the hem of my shirt and pulled up, forcing us to break apart for the split second that it took to get the shirt over my head, then his mouth resumed moving against mine.
My breaths came out in short bursts as he moved down my throat and over my chest, his hands gripping and sliding over my hips and bottom as he slowly pushed my yoga pants and underwear down to my thighs. His teeth raked across my nipple over my sports bra, eliciting a gasp that was quickly followed by a low moan when he suddenly pulled up the bra and returned to what he had just been doing as his hand slid between my thighs.
I tore the sports bra off the rest of the way and dropped it to the floor near my shirt as I reached for him. Before I could get to his clothes, he slid his hands back down my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and fused my mouth to his as he walked us down the hall and into the bedroom.
Declan tossed me onto the bed, and was already shrugging out of his shirt by the time I sat back up and reached for him. Grasping the waistband of his athletic shorts, I pulled him onto the bed with me as I lay back, and smiled playfully at the growl that built up in his chest when I grabbed his length.
I’d barely gotten his shorts off before he was pulling my yoga pants and underwear the rest of the way off and climbing back on top of me. His hands ran up my legs and stomach, then continued to my breasts for a teasing moment before they were gone and he was spreading my thighs.
His name was barely more than a whimper as his fingers teased me and his mouth focused on each breast. I ran my hands over his head and secured my fingers in his hair, my body restless as his lips slowly moved from my chest, down my stomach. My eyes fluttered shut when I felt his hot breath against me; a shaky moan climbed up my throat when he leaned forward to taste me.
Within minutes my body felt like it was suspended in air as he relentlessly teased and licked me. Heat pooled low in my stomach, every muscle tensed in preparation of what I knew I was only seconds from.
“I’m—” I cut off when an image flashed through my mind, too real to ignore for the second it was there. But just as quickly it was gone, and suddenly Declan was kneeling between my thighs and pushing inside me, and pushing me over the edge. “Oh God! Dec!”
My toes curled and body trembled as Declan moved roughly and quickly inside me. Another moan tumbled from my lips.
“Declan Veil, I suggest you get out here this instant!” a very distinct, very frustrated, feminine voice called out from the front of the apartment.
Declan slapped his hand over my mouth to quiet the moan, and we froze in horror for all of two seconds before we scrambled away from each other.
“Crap!” I hissed, and searched the floor for my pants after I got my underwear on. “Crap!”
“Declan!” she called out again.
“Yeah, hold on!” Declan yelled back quickly as he pulled on his shorts. His expression showed every bit of his frustration.
“What is your mother doing here?” I whispered harshly, and covered my bare chest as I looked around for my shirt.
“I gave her a key . . . for emergencies.” Declan said the last two words loud enough that I knew his mom could hear. His shirt hit my arms, and I hurried to catch it before it dropped to the floor. “Just put it on; she’ll come in here if we don’t go out there.”
I put the shirt on as we rushed out of our room, and didn’t realize it was inside out and backward until we were in the hall. Heat flooded my cheeks, and I wanted to crawl into a corner and die when we walked into the living room, and saw Declan’s mom, Linda, holding my shirt and sports bra. Folded.
“I believe you lost this,” she said in her thick drawl. Her wide eyes glanced to Declan, and then she pointed to his shirt on my body. “And I believe you lost that, son.”
“Mom,” Declan said in greeting from where he stood a few feet away from her. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today . . . also wasn’t expecting you to just walk in.”
“Now, is that any way to talk to the woman who spent thirty-seven hours birthing you?” Linda took in a steadying breath as her eyes bounced between the two of us. “I wanted to see what you did with your new place, as any mother would. So why doesn’t someone get me a glass of sweet tea before you start showin’ me around, and we’re gonna pretend like the last few minutes didn’t happen.” But I could tell from the narrowing of her eyes that she wouldn’t forget about what she’d walked in on, what she’d heard—just as we wouldn’t.
“I’ll get it,” I murmured, and hurried into the kitchen to start brewing the tea.
I let loose a shaky breath once I was standing at the counter with my back to both of them, and thanked God for those few minutes to gather myself and clear my mind without Declan or Linda watching me.
Emotions flooded me, threatening to overwhelm me and making it nearly impossible to keep them from my face.
The humiliation of Linda hearing something she shouldn’t have was nothing. Nothing compared to the betrayal that sat low and heavy, and burned white hot in my chest. Because for a second while Declan had devoured me, it had been there. . . .
The feel of buzzed hair beneath my fingertips.
Eyes so dark they looked black.
A wicked smirk.
