Page 64 of Falling for Nicole
“You’ve been an epic dick at times, and you probably don’t deserve it, but…”
“But…” He’s trying desperately to keep his expression blank, but I can see through his mask. He needs to hear the words just as much as I did a few moments ago.
“Declan Morrison, you’re the biggest pain in my arse and the most infuriating man I’ve ever met in my life…I love you, too.”
I barely get the words out before his lips are back on mine and he’s kissing me like it’s our first.
* * *
I wake to the sound of banging coming from my kitchen. Stretching my legs out, I realise how much my back hurts. Opening my eyes, I’m hit with reminders of last night. Dec telling me to leave, coming home and finding Bailey gone, Dec then telling me he loves me. Those words meant everything to me last night, but I can’t focus on what they mean properly until I know Bailey is okay. Dec said he’d had surgery, but I have no idea what for or how bad his condition is. Sitting bolt upright, I look around my empty living room. I guess I fell asleep after he made love to me, because I have no recollection of getting the blanket I’m currently covered in.
Another bang reminds me of why I’m awake before he appears in the doorway, wearing only a bright pink pair of boxers. I can’t help but smile at the sight.
“Where’s your frying pan?” he asks in a bit of a fluster.
“Uh…in the cupboard next to the oven. Why?”
“I’m trying to make you breakfast. That cupboard is empty, I’ve looked everywhere.”
I groan to myself. I know exactly where it is. “Try my wardrobe,” I say on a sigh.
“Your wardrobe?”
“I sleep walk and it quite often involves kitchen equipment and hiding stuff. I’ve no idea why, but that would be my first guess.”
He stares at me with a mixture of amusement and shock on his face. “You’re weird,” he says as he walks from the room.
“Thanks,” I call after him with a laugh.
I listen to his footsteps above my head before I hear his own laugh. I guess he’s found them.
When he reappears, he’s not only holding the missing frying pan but the whole pan set we bought the day we went shopping.
“I guess you haven’t been doing a lot of cooking.”
“It was probably last night.”
“Should I be worried about this sleep walking? Should the front door always be locked and car keys hidden?”
“I’ve never left the house. It happens when I’m stressed or worried about something. It was horrendous every time Mum was diagnosed, and it’s been happening recently with…”
“With?”
“You.”
I watch as he puts the pans down and then stalks towards me. “Me?” he asks, like it’s the craziest thing he’s ever heard.
“Yep, you. You stress me out. It was easier when I hated you.”
“I guess I’d better help relax you, then.” He drops down to his knees beside me, whips the blanket off and gazes hungrily at my naked body.
“What about breakfast?”
“I’ve found something else to eat.” He encourages me to lie back before his hot mouth finds my nipples and he licks and sucks until I’m starting to writhe. “Horny little thing, aren’t you, Ginge?” he asks against my skin as he kisses down my stomach. “I wish I knew years ago how turned on you get by my teasing.”
My response dies on my lips when I feel his tongue against my clit. He licks at me before sliding two fingers deep inside. “Always so fucking wet for me. You’ve never hated me, have you?”
I thrash my head from side to side. I’m not sure if it’s in answer to his question, but he’s right. I’m pretty sure I’ve never actually hated him.
