Page 58 of See You Maybe

Declan’s stubble scraped over the soft skin under her jaw before he dipped lower to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses under her ear, trailing down her neck and back up again, until his mouth found hers. Olivia opened beneath him, welcoming the stroke of his tongue against hers.

“So sweet,” Declan groaned into her mouth. His hand slid to the curve of her ass, pulling her tight against him. “You always taste so sweet.”

Olivia smothered a moan as he pulled her leg over his hip, and ground his hips into her core. One hand cradled her head, holding her still, while the other dipped between her legs, sliding under her panties and through her slick heat.

“Fuck, Petal. You’re soaked,” Declan groaned against her lips before delving in again, claiming her mouth.

Her hips rolled up, seeking more. One thick finger stroked inside, his thumb pressing in firm circles above. The sensations he elicited were too much, and the moan she’d been holding in escaped.

At that moment, Olivia didn’t care why Declan was there. She needed him.

“So eager.” He chuckled darkly when she undulated against him. “So fucking perfect. Always.”

Declan’s head lifted with a smile, and then his eyes opened.

Olivia knew the exact moment Declan came fully awake.

He froze.

The look of horror on his face was all that kept her from pleading with him not to stop. It felt like an eternity that they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, Declan’s fingers still deep inside her, his erection pulsing against her stomach, hot and hard. His chest rose and fell, and it felt like every muscle in his body tensed.

Olivia refused to look away. Declan’s eyes were almost amethyst with passion, but more than that… He knew her.

She’d bet her life on it.

Declan sucked in a ragged breath, and her heart twisted when the walls came down behind his eyes, shutting her out. Then, as if she were a bomb that might explode if he moved too fast, Declan slid his hand away and rolled to his back on the bed beside her.

Olivia instantly felt cold and tried to ignore the heavy press of tears and the anger building in her chest. She didn’t understand the game he was playing, but she thought she might hate him.

Without a word, Declan sat up, swinging his legs to the side of the bed, his head in his hands.

“You remember.”

The sculpted muscles of his back drew taut, straining against his skin.

“I heard you.” The room was quiet, the thick glass of the window shielding them from the sounds of the city below. “You called me Petal… when you were waking up.”

A tremor ran through him, and Declan pushed to his feet, quickly stepping into his pants, fastening the belt, and reaching for his white dress shirt draped over a chair, all while keeping his back to her.

Olivia sat up. Looking down, she realized it was Declan’s white undershirt that she was wearing. Her eyes found her dress crumpled on the floor.

“Why did you pretend not to know me?” She wanted to sound unaffected, but even she heard the hurt in her voice. Declan shoved his arms into his dress shirt and began doing up the buttons without looking at her.

Her anger skyrocketed.

Is he going to pretend like I’m not here?

“Did we fuck?” Her accusation seemed to shock him, and he faced her, his hands frozen on the buttons only done half way.

“You think I fucked you while you were unconscious?” There was a dangerous note to his voice, and in anyone else, she might have used caution.

Not Declan.

“No,” she admitted. “But I don’t remember how I ended up here.”

“You drank too much,” he said, and then the corner of his lips lifted the tiniest bit. “Some things never change.” Then he scowled. “Though I would have thought you’d have learned your lesson by now. What would have happened if I hadn’t been there?”

Olivia’s face heated. “I didn’t… or at least I don’t think I did.”

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