Page 65 of Resting Beach Face
“Maybe you should try dreaming a little more.”
“Maybe I should,” he murmured before drawing away. “You can use my shower.”
I bit down on the urge to invite him to join me. That wasn’t going to happen. Declan had made it clear tonight was good, but a repeat was unlikely.
“Thanks,” I said, taking the towel he held out. “I’ll be quick.”
“Take your time. You can use my shampoo and body wash.”
He retreated, closing the door. Apparently, he’d gotten his fill of watching me. The memory of his gaze so intent on me while I jerked off for him was damn near enough to get me hard again.
I rinsed quickly, taking the time to wash with Declan’s shampoo and body wash, which smelled like eucalyptus and rain. When I got out, I dried and pulled on my briefs and shorts. I couldn’t bring myself to put on my filthy shirt, so I left the bathroom topless.
Declan sat aside the crossword puzzle book he was working on and got a shirt from his closet for me. It was white with blue words that read,Shore Daddy.
“Really?” I asked, smirking at the shirt.
“My sister thinks she’s hilarious,” Declan said. “You can keep it.”
I snorted. “Yeah, I bet. I’ll tell everyone my daddy Declan gave it to me.”
“On second thought…”
He tried to grab it back, but I danced out of his reach and tugged it over my head. “Nope, it’s mine now.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes heavenward as if I tested his patience. That was legit. I tested alotof people’s patience.
Declan gestured to the couch. “Want to sit? I, uh, can get you another beer unless you need to get home?”
I’d planned to work late anyway, so I wasn’t in a rush. “I can have one more.”
He nodded and left to get it from the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what we were doing, but I was curious to see where Declan led me.
I sank back on the couch, spreading one arm out along the back of it. When he returned, he sat beside me, rather than in his armchair. In front of my arm.
Which basically demanded I put my arm around him, right?
Declan grabbed the remote and clicked it on. A show about baking came on, with the contestants engaged in some sort of creative cake challenge that involved making things like house cats and fairytale castles out of sponge cake and moldable chocolate.
It was all beyond my skills, though I was sure Ash would love to give it a go.
Declan sat back, and I lowered my arm slowly, giving him time to move away. When he didn’t, I rested it over his shoulders.
“Want to cuddle?” I asked, half expecting him to run.
Instead, he sighed and curled in against me, resting his head on my shoulder. My heart damn near burst with happiness.
Thiswas what Declan needed, I realized. My body might crave the endorphin rush of orgasm, but he craved closeness and affection—and damn if I didn’t love that too.
I wrapped my arm tighter around him and held him closer, dropping a kiss on his head. “This is nice.”
“Yeah,” he said, sounding drowsy. “Just one episode to relax, then you can go.”
“Mm-hmm. Whatever you want.”
We cuddled for two more episodes, until my arm was going numb from being in the same position for too long, but damn if I’d have moved for anything.
Eventually, Declan dragged himself upright. “Do you want to sleep here? I mean, on the couch.”
