Page 93 of Huckleberry Hill
“Kinda feel like I’m shafting you though.”
I raised my brows. “You haven’t shafted me yet. Well, not tonight anyway.”
He grinned, but then his smile slipped. “No, I mean, this is great, don’t get me wrong. But you deserve more.”
“More than what? Good nachos, good conversation, good sex?”
“Good? Better than good,” he said.
“You’re right. The nachos were diabolical.”
He pinched my toe, causing me to laugh. “I meant you deserve a real date.”
“This is a real date.”
“No, this is the kind of thing you do when you’re settled with someone. Cozy night at home. You know, that kind of thing. And we’re not settled.”
“No, we’re not.” I sighed. “Look, it is what it is. We can’t really be out and about in town. This is fine. Better than fine.”
He ran his hand up and down my calf. “I still feel like you deserve more.”
“That’s sweet,” I said. “But if I’m being honest, I don’t want to do anything like it’s normally done. I played by the rules. I got burned.”
“What rules?”
“The relationship rules. But I don’t want to talk about my past. Not when our present is so good. Let’s no spoil it, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Speaking of sweet.” It was my turn to get up. I went to the bag I’d brought over and pulled out a pastry box. “I got us a little tart medley.”
Declan’s phone rested on the counter next to the bag. It was lit up with a voicemail. I grabbed it and brought it and the box to the couch. I handed him his cell.
“Thanks,” he said, glancing at the screen. “It’s my buddy. I’ll call him back later. See? Nothing that needs my immediate attention.”
“Your buddy?”
“From the rodeo circuit.”
I opened the box and lifted one of the banana cream tarts toward Declan. A glob of pudding fell onto his lap.
He raised his brows. “Well, this could get interesting.”
I scooped the pudding off his lap and stuck it into my mouth. “I’m game if you are.”
Chapter Twenty
The Ranch
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It was still dark out and I was half asleep when Declan slid inside me from behind. I winced at the angle—I was sore—but I didn’t make a sound of protest. Instead, I lifted my legs and took him deeper.
He kissed my naked shoulder as he rocked into me, his hand snaking across my hip to rest between my legs. Declan played with me, his fingers slipping through my wetness.
I was warm and feverish, caught up in the magic of us. It wasn’t long until I shattered around him. He gently thrust into me, gripping my hip as he came. Declan stilled.
I sighed in delight.
