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“With a man?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, with a man, Declan. Does that seriously matter?”
His lips tighten as he contemplates my answer. “Actually, no. It doesn’t. I wouldn’t want a woman touching you like that anyway.”
I snort, his caveman response extremely overbearing, yet somehow amusing.
“I’ll teach you whatever it is you need to know,” he says.
“Oh?” I smooth out the crinkle between his brows with my thumb. “You’ve got the qualifications to do so?”
He nods. “Yes, actually.” He prevents me from asking any more questions when his grip on my waist tightens and he scoops me into his arms. Breaking eye contact, he pulls his attention away from me to pull out his phone. He taps on it a bit. “Come on,” he says.
“Where?” I ask.
“Finn is outside. He’ll take us home.”
“Who’s Finn?”
“My driver.” Declan slams a hundred-dollar bill on the bar top, then drags me out of the building. A black SUV is parked on the side of the road, and he yanks the door open before guiding me inside. Declan climbs in behind me, then slams the door shut. “Thanks, Finn.”
I glance around the spacious backseat of the truck. He didn’t have a driver on the plane. He’d driven us in the rental car since mine had been totaled, and when we came home, my rental was parked in the hangar where he left it. The more I think about it, I can’t recall a time when he drove us in his car. I don’t think I’d even seen his vehicle.
“Do you not own a car?” I ask as the driver pulls into the street.
“I totaled it around when we first met. Accident on the bridge.”
“Oh,” I whisper. “Wow. Two accidents so close?”
He grumbles. “The one in your car was not my fault, doll.”
“I know that. But still. And the one on the bridge?” I ask, fully aware of the stern mom voice I’ve put on.
“May have been my fault. But no one was harmed.”
A hand falls on my thigh, and fire burns through me. I bring my knees together to calm myself. Then I do my best to ignore the aching emptiness inside of me. He must know that his touch is practically making me melt because his hand glides higher and higher until it’s under the fabric of the running shorts I’m wearing.
“Dec,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering closed while my head falls against the headrest.
“Sam,” he says, his fingertips brushing against the hem of my panties.
“There’s someone right there,” I manage to get out as he teases me. He spreads me open but never enters.
“I know,” he says. "Don’t worry, baby. I’m keeping it PG for now. Until I can get you in my bed.”
Despite that, he dips the tip of his finger inside before pulling it out again. I bite my lip to stifle the desperate groan that’s fighting to escape. He’s going to tease me until I’m a sobbing mess for him. That’s just wonderful. He leaves behind a wet trail of my arousal as his digit traces shapes along the sensitive flesh of my thigh. Then, back up toward my entrance.
I gasp when he slides in again, only to pull away. Then again. It only leaves me needier for him. Over and over, he goes, and each time, I have to clamp my mouth shut to prevent my whimpers from being heard. By the time the car pulls up to the hotel, I’m practically a weeping mess, and he never even took off my clothes. When the vehicle comes to a stop, Declan shoves the back door open and pulls me out of the car before slamming it closed.
He drags me upstairs, and I tell myself this is truly the last of the "last times" we'll have. No more. I'll leave when I get my fill, head home to feed the dog, then pack up the car in the morning and head to Connecticut. I miss my babies. I need them.
Declan squeezes a breast hard enough that I let out a pitiful cry.
When we finally make it up to his room, I don't waste any more of our time together. I drag him to the bedroom, my hands cupping his face while I walk backward, and we make out. His kisses are rough and needy, but then again, so is my desire for him.
My fingers fumble with his belt, and just as I get it off, he shoves me onto my back onto the mattress. I bounce against the plush duvet, never letting go of the belt still wrapped around his waist. "Take it off," I demand.
One thick eyebrow raises as he gives me a curious look. "If I want to take my time worshipping you, you'll let me."
