Page 50 of This Feeling

“How did that feel?” Declan purred, as he placed a soft kiss on my upper thigh. I settled back into the pillows and tried to control my labored breathing.

“Like heaven,” I whispered. “Like pure heaven.”

He hummed as he gave me another kiss, this one closer to my core, and I let out a soft groan. “Should I do it again?”

The feel of something on my thigh caused me to sit up on my elbows. Smiling, I asked, “What are you doing with my lipstick?”

With a wicked grin, he rolled it up and started to write on my skin. “Now that you’ve had a taste of the pleasure I can give you, you don’t need my brother anymore, Harp.”

I closed my eyes as the memory of Declan’s mouth on my clit only moments ago caused my entire body to shiver.

“Harper,” he whispered.

My eyes opened, and I stared at the one word written across the top of my upper thigh.

Mine.

Declan leaned down and kissed me again, and I dropped back onto the bed. When his mouth covered me for a second time, I gripped the sheets, arched my back, and cried out his name.

“Oh God, Declan! Yes! Yes!”

The sound of a loud crash caused me to bolt up and look around the room. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Slowly, I realized how heavy I was breathing, and that my body was covered in sweat.

I looked around my bedroom, then fell back onto the bed in frustration.

“Holy. Shit.”

I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs together to ease the throbbing. I sat up again and pushed the sheet off me to look at my upper right thigh. Reaching down, I ran my finger along the skin and took a long breath before releasing it. The word written in red lipstick wasn’t there, of course…and the way that made my heart sink surprised me.

My phone rang, and I yelped in surprise while trying to grab it and not fall off the bed.

“Hel…hello? Yes…um…hello.”

“Jesus, Harper, are you in the middle of having sex?” Cadie laughed.

Cadie Waterford was quickly becoming one of my best friends. She worked at the Batter Up Bakery and was running it for Opal, the owner.

I wiped the sweat off my brow. “Hey, Cadie. I was sleeping.”

“Why are you breathing so heavy? I’m here with breakfast. Come open the door! I’ve been ringing your doorbell and banging on the door for ten minutes. I was just about to go over and get the hot new cop next door to break the door down and check on you.”

I groaned and dropped back onto the bed. “Don’t mention Declan.”

“Why not? And are you on your way? I’m about to drop your coffee.”

“I’m on my way.”

Hitting End on my phone, I tossed it onto the bed and quickly went down to the second floor. I buzzed the back door, then heard the muffled sound of it closing.

I unlocked the door and headed to the kitchen. I could hear Cadie coming up the steps, and when the door to my apartment opened and closed, I turned to greet her.

“Did you forget to set your alarm?” Cadie asked, setting a box of baked goods on the table and a coffee carrier next to it. She took one coffee out and handed it to me.

“Thanks,” I said, before peeling back the lid and blowing on the hot liquid. “Is this from Timeless Cup?”

She looked at me as if I’d just asked her a question in another language. “Of course it is. Is there any other place to buy coffee?”

I laughed. “Main Street Café.”

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