Page 71 of Huckleberry Hill
I shrugged.
“You are desirable.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“You are desirable,” he said again, slowly this time. His gaze raked over me from head to toe. “It’s been damn near impossible to keep my hands to myself around you, Hadley.”
Tingles erupted all over my skin.
And the way he was looking at me made me feel as though he’d slowly stripped me out of all my clothes and was memorizing how I looked naked.
Maybe it was the bourbon. Maybe it was my deflated ego that needed stroking.
Or maybe it was that I’d been denying what had been brewing between us since the first night we’d met.
Instead of replying to him I set my glass down onto the coffee table and then I did something completely out of character.
I scooted across the couch and then straddled his lap.
His blue eyes burned bright as his hands came up to cradle my hips.
Banked desire roared to life. Flames of need rushed through my blood, sweeping away all resistance.
I suddenly needed to know how he felt inside me.
“This is a bad idea,” I murmured, my fingers sinking into the hair at the base of his neck.
“I don’t care,” Declan said as his strong, warm hand slid underneath my T-shirt.
“My whole life I’ve always done the right thing . . . tonight I’d like to try something else and see how it feels.”
Declan grinned. “You’ll like being bad.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded slowly. “I’ll make sure you like it.”
Declan’s words were a promise, and I shivered in anticipation.
His hand continued to glide up my back lightly, without urgency. I scooted even closer and then slowly eased down to press against him.
We were hindered by our clothing, but I felt his erection at my cleft.
Declan’s other hand cradled the back of my head, and he urged my mouth toward his.
“You want me.”
It wasn’t a question.
I licked my lips and nodded.
“I need to hear you say it,” he said, his voice raspy and deep. “I need to know you want me as much as I want you.”
I placed my hand on his chest. The powerful beat of his heart pulsed beneath my fingertips, and I itched to feel his warm skin against mine.
“Yes, Declan. I want you.”
That was all the confirmation he needed.
