“Or lay down?” he asked wickedly.
“I can’t lay down,” I said. “We’re having dinner at the main house in a few minutes. Propriety. I can’t show up with sex-hair again.”
He sighed. “Fine. But when dinner’s over, we’re coming back over here.”
“Declan . . .”
“Yes?”
“I think I should sleep in my own bed tonight,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Because is not a reason,” he said. “You’re an adult.”
“I know.”
“We already told your dad, and I’m pretty sure Muddy is cheering us on. So what’s the problem?”
“That sassy pants has done nothing but cheer us both on,” I agreed. “But I don’t want—I know this is stupid. But I think my dad is hurting more over his breakup than he wants to admit.”
“So what? You’re not allowed to be happy if he’s unhappy?”
“No, that’s not it. It’s just . . . I don’t want him to think . . .”
“That you’re choosing me over him,” he finished.
My eyes widened. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Know exactly what’s in my head and spit it out for me?”
“I don’t know. I just get you. I get where your mind is at. I also know you’re a recovering people pleaser.” He grinned.
I grinned back. “Just for tonight, I promise.”
He sighed. “I understand. But the next time you sleep over, bring some socks and underwear. Preferably the black, lacy kind.”
“Okay. I’ll have to go buy some.” I looked down at his crotch to the bulge he was sporting. “If I thought you wouldn’t touch my hair and mess it up, I’d get on my knees for you and take care of that problem.”
“Hmm. You know I can’t stop myself from touching you.”
I bit my lip and then boldly met his gaze. “Maybe I should tie you up and have my way with you.”
“Please, God, yes.” He kissed my lips and tried to deepen the moment.
I gently pushed away from him when all I wanted to do was pull him closer. “We need to get out of here.”
“Yeah, we do,” he agreed. He took a deep breath. “You go on ahead. I’ll take care of this problem and then join you at dinner.”
“Can I watch?” I blurted out.
“You want to watch me jack myself off to the thought of you in black lacy panties?”
“Please?”