Page 77 of This Feeling

Laughing, he rolled over me and smiled. “Ready for slow?”

My brows lifted. “Are you ready? That fast?”

He pushed into my thigh. “I’m more than ready.”

The sound of birds singing caused me to open my eyes to an endless blue sky. It was beautiful. I reached my hands above my head and stretched, feeling the delicious aches in my body from last night.

When I rolled to my side, I frowned. The spot where Declan had been was now empty. I flopped to my back and stared up at the sky. Had he left while I was still sleeping? Would he leave without saying goodbye? Sneak away before he had to talk to me this morning? That didn’t seem like something Declan would do.

Sitting up, I pulled the sheet tight to my front and looked around the rooftop. When my eyes landed on the table, I smiled. A vase full of daisies sat in the middle, along with two plates, two mugs, and two glasses of orange juice.

So Declanhadsnuck off…sort of. The relief that raced through my body surprised me.

I stood, taking the sheet with me and wrapping it around my body. It may be the roof, but I wasn’t about to give anyone a show. I glanced around to find my discarded clothes. Declan and I hadn’t exactly been slow about things last night. I reached down and grabbed my clothes and headed into the house. The smell of bacon caused my stomach to growl. I could hear soft music coming from downstairs, and I couldn’t help but smile as I envisioned Declan cooking while dancing around the kitchen.

After heading to my room and changing into a T-shirt and sweats, I quickly went down to the kitchen. Declan was in the process of cracking an egg. When he saw me, a broad smile broke out over his handsome face.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Smiling, I walked over to him, reached up, and brushed a kiss across his lips. “Good morning. What time is it?”

“It’s a little after seven.”

“You should have woken me,” I said, as I headed over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup. “Fresh-made coffee? Orange juice up on the rooftop, and breakfast going down here? What did I do to deserve all of this?”

He looked at me and grinned. “If I weren’t in the process of making you the best omelet you’ve ever had, I’dshowyou what you did to deserve it.”

I felt my cheeks heat as I remembered last night, and the feel of Declan’s mouth on my skin, between my legs, and on my own lips as he made love to me.

“You must be thinking of last night, too, with the way those cheeks are flushed.”

Sipping my coffee, I turned away before I attacked him and said to hell with breakfast.

“Last night was…unbelievable.”

Declan winked. “It was. I have to admit, I’m more than a little bummed you have to work today.”

“I know, but you could always come by and visit. I do close for lunch.”

He peeked over at me, and my entire body shivered in anticipation of what my lunchtime could look like. No more sitting in the back eating a sandwich and scrolling through Pinterest. Instead, it could be Declan fucking me while I was bent over a worktable.

Clearing my throat, I pushed the image away.

“What’s going through that pretty little mind of yours, Harp?”

I took another sip of coffee and debated whether to tell him what I’d been thinking. It wasn’t like me to say what I wanted to say, but I did it anyway.

“You, fucking me in the back of the flower shop,” I blurted.

The spatula he’d been holding clattered to the floor. He quickly scooped it up, tossed it into the sink, then turned to face me. “Is that so?”

Covering my mouth with my hand, I fought a grin. “I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

Declan moved closer, caging me in as he put his hands on the counter behind me. “I want you to tell meeverythingyou want, Harp. Making you feel good is an aphrodisiac for me.”

My brows shot up. “Is it?”

“Fuck yes, it is. Watching you come, hearing my name fall from those pouty lips of yours, nothing has ever turned me on more.”

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