Page 100 of Holding You
I hope he is.
“We’re alone now,” I whisper, and he groans.
He nips at my bottom lip. I mimic his hands and clutch his sides, pulling him into me.
I’ve never wanted to be touched by someone the way I want Declan to touch me right now.
Like if he doesn’t kiss me, or more, soon, I’ll combust.
“Kiss me. Please.”
“There is no going back after this,” he says.
“I know.”
“And you still want it?”
I nod.
“I need words, Ruby.”
“Yes, I want it. I want you.”
“Good answer,” he says.
His hand slides up the front of my dress, between my breasts and up my neck, then grips my chin.
Our eyes meet for the briefest of moments before he kisses me.
Pressing his mouth to mine with command.
I kiss him back on a moan and something in that makes him snap. His hands move to my ass now, gripping it tightly as he slips his tongue into my mouth, then he switches the angle to kiss me deeper.
His hands slide to my thighs, and he picks me up.
I wrap my legs around him, and with the next dance of his tongue against mine, I wrap my arms around his neck to hold on.
“Fuck,” he says, breaking his kiss and pressing his lips to my shoulders.
Then his lips are on mine again.
He keeps me pressed to the wall, sneaking a hand between us and touching me between the legs.
“Oh God.” I let my head drop back to the wall.
His mouth goes to my neck again; his finger tugs my panties to the side.
“Shit,” someone yells, and it breaks the spell.
Delcan sets me to my feet in an instant and backs up.
Chests heaving for air, we look right and then left.
Not a single person in sight.
I touch a hand to my lips.
I almost forgot we’re at a club.
