Page 75 of Huckleberry Hill
He padded naked to the bathroom. After a few moments, I heard running water. Declan returned with a washcloth.
I held out my hand for it, but he batted me away and gently tapped my thigh. “Open.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said, embarrassment coating my voice.
“Yes, I do. Open,” he commanded again.
I did as he bid, my cheeks flaming in heat.
“Why are you embarrassed?” he asked as he chucked the soiled washcloth into the laundry bin in the corner of the room.
“I just have never had anyone . . .” I sat up and looked around for my T-shirt, only to realize it was still in the living room. I folded my arms across my chest. “Can I get a shirt?”
He raised his brows and then sat down on the bed next to me. “What’s going on, Hadley?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why are you being shy? There’s no reason for you to be shy. I was just inside you.”
“Declan!”
He grinned. “Come on, let’s get under the covers and get at least a few hours of sleep.”
“I can’t sleep over. I’ve got to get back to the main house before my dad wakes up.”
“So wait, you come over here, drink my bourbon, seduce me, and then you won’t even spoon me?”
“Who seduced who?”
“Let’s just call it an equal opportunity seduce-fest.” He grinned again. “And if you give me the chance, I’ll do it again.”
“As much fun as that sounds, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Well, for the obvious reason.”
“My job and The Rule?”
I nodded.
“A little late for that. We crossed the line.”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “It’s my fault we crossed the line.”
He raised his brows. “How do you figure?”
“I shouldn’t have come back here with you. I could’ve—should’ve—gone back to the main house. I definitely shouldn’t have let you make me food or drank your bourbon. And I definitely shouldn’t have . . . well, ya know.”
“Come on my tongue?”
“Stop,” I hissed.
“Oh God, this is going to be so much fun.”
I frowned. “What’s going to be fun?”
“Making you blush. I plan on finding out at least three new ways to make you blush by the end of the week.”
