Page 13 of Solid Ground

Oh crap. Caitlin was. I remember getting her back to our room, and then …

He moves behind me, raising his hand to my breast and giving it a squeeze. His lips press against the nape of my neck. “Good morning.”

That voice. It’s not enough that Declan O’Leary has those movie-star looks. His voice is all deep and gravelly, and sexy as sin.

He slides his other hand down my thigh and between my legs. The man’s insatiable, but I’m not complaining.

“Morning,” I whisper. My stomach gurgles, and I let out a laugh.

“Hungry?” he asks, his index finger sliding over my clit.

I let out a sigh, arching my back as he gently bites my shoulder. My head’s still fuzzy from last night, but I want him. “A little.”

“I want you for breakfast.” He chuckles, and slips his finger into me. I have no shame. The man makes me want more, even when we barely know one another.

He barely needs to do anything. I roll my hips and rub myself against his hand. My body heats as I ride his fingers to find my own pleasure before he pulls me onto my back.

“Give me something to remember our night together.” I laugh.

His eyes darken. “I think I can do that.”

Maybe it’s because he’s so damn good at it. But every nerve in my body is alive, and Declan has a magic tongue.

He slides his hands under my arse and grips it, pulling me tight against his face as he devours me. I don’t ever want to get out of bed.

Two orgasms later, he slides into me. I close my eyes, basking in his attentions as he caresses my body. It’s like he’s trying to remember every inch of it before our time together comes to an end.

Oh, how I love his touch.

He slips his hand between us, coaxing one more orgasm out of my body right as he shudders, pulsing inside me.

My stomach rumbles a second time, and I giggle.

“It’s time I fed you,” he says. “Although I know that means I’m one step closer to letting you go.”

I brush my fingers against his cheek. Thisman. He doesn’t need to be so sweet given that we’re not likely to ever see each other again, but it’s nice.

Another kiss, and he’s out of bed. I miss his warmth the second he leaves.

But he’s only gone a moment.

I stretch and yawn as he walks back into the room.

“Food is on its way.”

“I need coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.”

He makes his way to my side of the bed until he’s standing over me. His eyes drink me in, and he reaches down to rub my shoulder. “Feeling seedy?”

“A little. Something to eat and lots of water and I’ll come right.” I raise my face to look at him, and he leans over and kisses me.

I don’t want this to end.

The way he kisses me, I don’t think he does either as he lingers on my lips.

“I should get dressed,” I say.

He lets out a sigh, running his gaze down my bare breasts. “It’s such a shame to, but yes. Come and get some breakfast when you’re ready.”

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