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She plants her palms on her hips. "I thought this was an apology?"
"I’m sorry I left you so suddenly and that I didn’t contact you. And I’m sorry you had to find me in the Club with no introduction to that part of my life. But I’m not sorry for fucking you."
Her flush deepens; her lips part. The pulse at the base of her throat picks up speed. Fucking hell, she’s aroused. And all because I used that four-letter word? I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and she shivers. Yep, definitely aroused. I move closer, until my torso brushes against hers. A tiny whine spills from her lips.
"If I were to push my hand between your legs, would I find you wet and aching and throbbing for me?"
"Guess you’ll have to find out."
She tips up her chin, and I lower mine. At the sound of buzzing, she stiffens. "That’s my phone," she murmurs.
"Ignore it." I cup her cheek; her chest rises and falls.
I brush my lips over hers, share her sweet breath, and the blood drains to my groin. I grip her butt and pull her into me. She yelps, then grips my shoulders to right herself.
The buzzing fades away.
I bite down on her lower lip. She opens her mouth, and I sweep my tongue over hers. She digs her fingernails through the fabric of my sweatshirt and into my skin. I feel the pinch all the way to the crown of my cock. I tilt my head, kiss her deeply, sucking on her tongue, drawing in the honeyed taste of her. A groan rumbles up my chest. She pushes her pelvis into the hard column in my crotch. She chafes against it. I squeeze her arse-cheeks, and another shudder ladders up her spine.
"Fucking hell, Rabbit, I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
I release my hold on her butt, only to pinch her chin and hold her face in position as I deepen the kiss. The scent of her, the taste of her, the need for her twists my guts. That’s when the buzzing of the phone starts again. I ignore it, continuing to suck on her tongue. My heartbeat ratchets up. The pulse bangs at my temples.Bang-bang-bang.
Bang-Bang-Bang. There’s a knock on the door."Declan, we need to speak." Rick’s voice cuts through the sexual haze that grips me.
I manage to drag my mouth from her and lean my forehead against hers. "Fuck." I stare into her dilated pupils. "We’ll continue this later."
She stares up at me.
"You okay, baby?" I murmur.
She nods.
I brush my lips over hers again. Our mouths cling. I deepen the kiss when—"Declan! It’s urgent." Rick bangs on the door again.
I tear my mouth away from her again. "One second," I yell in the direction of the door, then step back and look her up and down. "Where’s your dressing gown?"
"Eh?" She blinks. “I’m wearing a perfectly decent pair of shorts and T-shirt.”
"Your shorts are too short.”
“What?” She gapes.
I pivot, walk over to the closet and survey the contents. Shit, I should have taken her shopping before I left. Well, this time, I’m going to do things right. I turn, pull off my sweatshirt and walk over to her, pulling it down over her shoulders. She must be too dazed from the kiss—not complaining about that—for she thrusts her arms through the sleeves. I smooth the fabric down over her hips. It comes to mid-thigh and engulfs her.
"I look ridiculous,”
Her phone stops buzzing, then starts again.
"You look…" —like mine. "Good in my clothes."
She scoffs, then rolls up her sleeves, before jumping down from the couch. I walk over to her bed and scoop up her phone. Disconnecting Harry's call, I head toward the door and swing it open.
"Finally, fuck." Rick looks from me to her, then takes in the curtained windows. "The drones are taken care of."
"Good."
