Page 35 of Double Play

His tongue is the sweetest invasion. His mouth a welcome mat. I haven’t been here in too long. This feeling. This desire. This yearning to⁠—

I pull back, clutch the buttoned panels of his dress shirt, and rip them apart. A few buttons fly haphazardly around the small bathroom, while others stay intact.

“What the hell?” Declan scowls, glancing down at the ruined shirt, before squeezing my neck and bringing my mouth back to his.

Within seconds, he’s tugged at the parts of his shirt still fastened together, while never breaking contact with my mouth.

“Should we talk about this?” he mutters against my lips.

“No talking,” I murmur, before nipping at his lower lip.

Declan pulls back and touches his lip with two fingers. I didn’t bite him hard enough to draw blood, and I’m about to declare such a thing when he yanks open the towel around me, forcing it to drop to the floor.

I take a step back, giving him another view of my naked form. Nipples erect. Flesh still wet. I swear he can hear my heart beating.

With his hungry eyes on me, I take another step back, placing my foot inside the shower. The water is off but the heat of the space lingers.

“What are you doing?” Declan tilts his head, watching me take a final step back into the stall.

“Dreaming,” I whisper.

The sharp clank of his belt-buckle unbuckling and the gentle snap of the leather being slid from his pants sends shivers over my damp skin.

“I’d say you’re tempting,” Declan counters, a seductive smile curling his kiss swollen mouth.

“With my existence?” I tease, tilting my head, aware that I’m naked for his viewing, and enjoying every minute that his eyes roam my body, like he doesn’t know where to focus first. He wants all of me at once.

He softly chuckles, his gaze snapping back to my face. “Let’s be a little more specific here. What does the dream involve?”

I lick my lips, shifting my gaze to the edge of the open shower. Maybe I’m not as bold as I thought.

“Truth,” Declan commands, drawing my eyes back to him. He pauses with his hand on the waistband of his pants.

“You and me.” I slide my hand up the edge of the stall, noticing a tremble in my fingers. “This shower. The back wall.”

Declan unzips his slacks, letting them fall open to expose dark green boxer briefs. However, he doesn’t remove them, allowing the combination to hang low on his hips. The hardness behind the cloth barrier is even more evident.

With his eyes on me, he says, “Jesus, you’re still a wildfire.”

The compliment goes straight between my legs. I’m out of control, raging with desire, hot for him, and he’s drawn to the flame.

Proving his opinion, he takes a step toward me. Even though I anticipate his approach, I take another step back, bumping into the rear wall. Suddenly, Declan is over me, bracing one arm above my head while his other grips my hip and tugs my lower half toward him. His mouth covers mine again.

But he still has his pants on, inside the shower.

He’s left the shower door open, and when he pulls away, he spins me to face the side wall, and I catch the profile of our bodies in the mirror opposite the stall.

“Dare,” he whispers, his breath warm near my ear as his hands skim over my hips and up my spine.

“Watch us,” I whimper.

Turning his head, he sees our reflection in the mirror. He’d told me to watch us on that first night, although there wasn’t much to see. He’d taken me from behind, in a similar manner to our current position. The mirror exposes only three-quarters of our bodies, hinting at what we’re about to do, but not providing a full view. Looking at the reflection, I watch Declan shove his pants and boxer-briefs low enough to release what I remember as long and thick and eager to enter me.

“We do need to talk about one thing,” Declan groans as the warmth of his length comes to rest against the cleft of my backside.

“I’m on the pill.”

“And I haven’t done this in over eighteen months.”