Page 107 of A Game Plan for Love

“I love you.” The rest of my sentence flies away. “I have never loved anyone the way I love you. The word doesn’t feel strong enough,” he admits, swallowing thickly. “Itconsumesme.” He shifts o his feet while my heart is rioting in my chest, banging against my ribcage. “I’ve spent my whole life searching for this feeling…thiszing, and I was so close to giving up—resigning myself to the knowledge that maybe it wasn’t meant for me, until I saw you. Truly saw you.”

I scoot back on the bed and pat the comforter for him to sit beside me. When he lands on the sheets, I crawl into his lap.

“There was a fog over my life after Alan died, and I was so desperate to put the broken pieces of my heart back together. I can’t believe I never saw you, but the day I walked into the restaurant and saved you from thatawfuldate,” I release a faux gasp and smack his arm, “will go down as the best day of my life because it’s marks the start of the rest of my life loving you.”

“Declan,” I say softly as a tear streams down his cheek.

His ability to display and acknowledge his emotions is something I admire about him, but if he cries I’m going to cry.

He turns his head and kisses my forehead. “I don’t think I’ll ever have the words to express exactly what you and Nora mean to me, but I plan to spend the rest of forever showing you, if you’ll let me.”

I run my fingers through his disheveled hair, banishing tears with my thumb and holding him tightly.

“I know,” I finally say, and he quirks a brow. “That you love me,” I elaborate. “I canfeelit every time you look at me, witness it in the way you dote on Nora. After I found out I was pregnant, I went through a funk where I thought I would never get to experience love like the movies—so utterly consuming you couldn’t live without the other person. You have made me feel all of that and more.”

“I love you.” He says the words with such conviction, it steals all the air from my lungs.

“I love you, too.” I kiss his neck, and he releases a soft sigh that morphs into a groan when I slip my hand between us and drag a palm along the impression of his dick.

His breath hitches as I slide beneath the waistband of his trousers and squeeze his shaft, slowly working my hand up and down. He meets me for a tender kiss. There’s no rush between us as he deepens the kiss, hands exploring my skin, over my shoulders, mapping the slope of my waist and the curves of my thighs.

His tongue sweeps along my lips before we break apart, and he peppers small, feather-light kisses along my cheek, down my jawbone, across my collarbone. Goosebumps spider out from each point of contact, until I’m dizzy from the feeling.

I slide out of his lap, rising off the bed and pulling him with me, and shoving his pants down his hips. He huffs a laugh and takes over, stripping his clothes. His cock juts against the hard muscles of his stomach and my throat dries as he palms himself, dragging a thumb over the head.

“This isn’t going to last long if you keep looking at me like that,” he says, voice raking along my skin.

“Like what?” My tongue darts out to lick my lips.

“Like you want to take a bite out of me.”

I bark a laugh and bound toward him, crashing my body into his and pushing him onto the bed. We’re a mess of limbs, and he reaches out to push the hair away from my face as I hover over him.

A rogue thought flashes through my mind, and before I can think logically, I lean down and bite his bicep, teeth digging into the muscle—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave little red marks.

I stare at the marked flesh, stunned at myself, but Declan falls back onto the bed, heels of his palms digging into his eye sockets as he takes deep, calming breaths.

“I amsosorry,” I start, but one of his hands reaches out and covers my face, fingers on the top of my head and palm pressed against my lips. “What the hell?” I mumble against his skin.

“I need thirty seconds,” he grits out, heaving air into his lungs.

My eyes dart left, and his cock twitches against his stomach, so hard it has to be painful.

“Oh my god,” I say, still talking into his hand, “Were you going to…”

“Yes,” he growls, displeased with himself. His eyes crack open a moment later. “On your hands and knees, Adeline,” he commands, eyes smoldering with desire.

My mouth dries, but I slip off my panties and bra and toss them onto the floor. Declan’s gaze scorches my skin as I crawl onto the bed, and he continues to drag a hand up and down his shaft as he watches me.

He moves around to the front of the bed, pulling a condom out of the nightstand.

“I—Well…” Shit why is this so hard? “You don’t need to…”

I fall onto the bed.

I’ve never been comfortable enough with someone to have sex without a condom, but I have a hormonal implant, and I’ve been tested, so we don’t need to use one—I don’t want to use one—but verbalizing that is harder than I anticipated.

Confused blue eyes peer down from above me. “What?”

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