Page 143 of One Night Only
I stare up at him, alarmed as he stands and stretches his arms overhead. I glimpse a sliver of tanned, muscular stomach and then he’s on the move, beer bottle joining my water on the floor as he steps toward me.
“Fine,” he says as my mouth runs dry. “Then I’ll do it.”
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I scoot away as he sits beside me on the lumpy sofa. My heart is beating so hard it feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest.
“Are you okay?”
I nod as his hands go to my shoulders, turning me to him. I move as easily as a rag doll.
“Breathe, Sarah.”
“You breathe,” I snap inanely. He runs his fingers up and down my arms and it’s like my brain is short-circuiting.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
He’s grinning now because he’s an arrogant jerk who no doubt thinks it’s hilarious how easy it is to get a reaction out of me. “Do you want me to—”
I press my lips to his, silencing him. He stills in surprise for only a second before he kisses me back, matching my urgency, and thank God for that.
This is much better. Much better than fighting with him. Much better than waiting for him and doubting him and getting myself twisted in knots. My mind shuts off, my thoughts go quiet and everything that had seemed so complicated before suddenly becomes very simple.
I deepen the kiss, swinging my legs under me so I can face him fully. I touch his face, his chest before moving to the button of his jeans and lower still until he gently but firmly captures my hand and brings it to his thigh, holding me there. I feel him smile at my noise of frustration and my other hand goes to his belt in retaliation.
“Sarah,” he chides as he removes that one as well.
I break away with a huff. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
He looks infuriatingly amused. “We can have a quickie first if you find me that irresistible.”
“Would you be quiet?” I snap. “You were nowhere near this annoying in my dream.”
Oh my God.
I clap a hand over my mouth as soon as the words come out.
Ohno.
I look on in horror as Declan blinks, processing what I just said before a slow, smug smile spreads across his face.
I drop my hand. “Shut up.”
“Did you have a dirty dream about me, Sarah?”
“No.”
“When?”
“I don’t remember.” I lean in to kiss him to stop him talking but he backs out of my reach.
“When?” he asks.
Kill me now. “It was after the wedding,” I say, trying not to sound as embarrassed as I feel. “Before I saw you at The Greenery.”
“No wonder you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me.”
