Page 94 of Huckleberry Hill
He slid out of me.
“We made quite a mess,” Declan murmured. “You want to shower?”
I stretched and then hastily covered my mouth when I yawned. The idea of showering with Declan felt . . . intimate.
Too intimate.
“No.” I sat up. “I should get back to the main house.”
“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be.” Declan climbed out of bed.
“What do you mean?”
“You got what you wanted and now you want to rush out in the morning. You’re making me feel cheap.” He looked over his shoulder and grinned cheekily, letting me know he had no hard feelings.
I brushed my hand down his back. “Can we do it again tonight?”
He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Absolutely.”
My insides hummed at the prospect.
“Let me at least make you a cup of coffee for the road,” Declan said.
“Not necessary. The road is short.”
“Trying to sneak back into your house before your grandmother wakes up?”
“Not even. Besides, she knows what’s going on between us.”
“Does she?”
“Yeah, not officially, but she’s a smart cookie. She won’t tell my father—but she said she won’t outright lie to him either. Strange though, considering she knows my father’s personal business but is keeping his confidence.”
Declan fell silent. He scratched his bare chest and my eyes drifted toward the swath of inked skin.
“So tonight, yeah?”
I nodded. “But I’m cooking dinner this time.”
He shook his head.
“Why not?”
“Because this isn’t a tit-for-tat situation. I’m happy to cook.”
“Okay.” My brow wrinkled. “But I’m still bringing dessert.”
He reached his hand out and gently cradled my breast and slid a thumb over my nipple, causing me to shiver.
“You are the dessert.”
His words were delicious and sent a thrill through me.
“I better get up and shower before I get distracted,” he murmured.
“Hmm. Probably.”
He sighed and reluctantly dropped his hand. “Tonight.”
