Page 47 of Solid Ground

“It’s true.” He places his hand over my belly button. “I can’t stop looking at you, even when you’re wearing clothes. The morning sickness has been a bit rough, but you’re glowing, and I hope that’s because I’m making sure you’re getting enough rest.”

I tilt my head. “I’m sure there are some activities I could do more of.”

His lips quirk into a smile. “Like what?”

“Can I be honest?”

Desire flares in his eyes. “I’d like that.”

“I keep thinking about sex with you and how good it was. Maybe the finer details aren’t there, but I know that night was amazing. And you told me off for walking around in my underwear, but those pyjama pants you wear are …” I hold up my fingers to my mouth and smack my lips together. “Chef’s kiss.”

He chuckles. “I’ll keep wearing them if you like them.”

“So much for keeping this platonic. I’m not complaining though.” I laugh.

Declan shrugs, his hand drifting down toward my pussy. “I’m not sure that was ever really going to work. Not when there’s this crazy attraction between us.”

“I didn’t … I didn’t know if you felt the same way.” Tears prick my eyes.

He meets my gaze. “I’ve been trying to resist you since the day I moved in.”

“Is this really a good idea?”

“Are you really talking yourself out of sex?”

I swallow hard. He’s right. He’s what fantasies are made of and he’s offering me no-strings sex. Oh, who am I kidding? There are strings—big strings—but can we look past those just so he can pleasure me when I want it?

My head is telling me no, but my vagina has other ideas.

“Sorry, I’m just … I’m all over the place right now. You know, hormones,” I shrug.

“You mean you’re horny?” He smirks.

“Yes.” I pout. “And you and those pyjama pants …” I let out an exaggerated sigh.

“I’ll wear them all day, every day if it makes you happy.”

My eyebrows rise. “You would?”

“That’s what I’m here for.” His fingers brush against my clit, and I almost explode on the spot. “There’s also another thing I’m here for right now.”

“Yes please.” I’m not above begging.

“You only have to ask. Not this time. I know what you want, but if you’d like a repeat …”

“I’ll remember that.”

He slides a finger into me. “So ready.” He slides another finger into me and my lips part. “So needy.”

As he runs his fingers back over my clit, I grasp his bicep. His eyes never leave mine as he rubs the swollen nub and I fight the urge toclose my eyes.

It all happens so fast that it catches me by surprise. And then I’m falling. He slides his arm underneath my shoulders and holds me close as waves of pleasure hit my body.

When I finally feel like I can breathe out, he’s between my legs in an instant.

All I can do is stare at his gaze eating me up before he leans down and takes long licks then settles his tongue on my clit.

He sucks gently on it and I shudder.

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