Page 147 of One Night Only
He smiles as if he knows exactly how I’m feeling. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Um…” I lose all track of my thoughts as he moves closer.
“Sarah?” he whispers.
My mouth runs dry. “Yes?”
He’s inches from me now. I could probably count his eyelashes if I wasn’t staring at his mouth.
“I’m going to have to kick you out.”
My eyes shoot to his and I scowl. “Why do you always ruin things?”
He only laughs. I reach out blindly to hit him, but my fist gets tangled in the sheet. He catches it easily and before I can move, he’s on top of me.
“Go away.”
“No,” he says. And he kisses me.
I no longer care about morning breath.
And I’m beginning to think I’d be perfectly happy staying here all day when our little cocoon is broken by a harsh vibrating sound from somewhere nearby. His phone.
Declan ignores it. He doesn’t even seem to hear it as he concentrates on kissing me, soft and tender and oh so sweet.
The noise stops for a few seconds only to start again.
I break away from the kiss, but he merely changes course, nibbling on my ear.
“Shouldn’t you get that?”
“Nope.”
“What if it’s an emergency?”
“They’ll leave a message.”
“What if it’s your mom?”
He raises his head to look at me, exasperated when he sees I’m serious. With a muttered curse, he flops to the side, landing with a thud on his back. In one swift movement, he grabs the phone from the nightstand and answers the call. He doesn’t even check the number. And then he’s right back on top of me.
“Hello?” he says as I frantically hit his shoulder. I can hear murmuring on the other end of the line. What if they hear us? What if it’s Paul?
“No,” he says. “Wait. Yes. Why?”
I clap a hand over my mouth to stop any unbidden noises as he licks a line between my breasts before capturing a nipple in his mouth.
He releases it far too soon. “Okay.”
He ends the call, dropping the phone to the pillow as he kisses me again. My hands go automatically to his hair as he keeps going, drawing a path down my stomach. The sheet moves with him as he goes, leaving me very naked as he moves lower and lower and thenstops.
“Hey!” I protest as he sits up, swinging himself neatly out of bed.
“That’s for making me pick up the phone.”
I pull the sheet back over at me, flushing. “Who was it?”
“It’s actually an emergency.”
