Page 87 of Huckleberry Hill
I pointed at him. “That, right there, that’s why I’m nervous.”
He grinned and pushed away from the doorframe and then went inside, leaving me to contemplate if I wanted to follow him.
With a sigh, I tromped up the stairs and into the cabin. I closed the door behind me. My mouth instantly watered.
“Something smells incredible,” I said as I set the bag down so I could take off my boots.
“I kind of changed the menu on you,” he said from the kitchen. “This morning, I put a brisket in the slow cooker.”
“Oh, I love brisket.” I picked up the bag and padded into the kitchen to set it down on the counter. I pulled out a bottle of wine.
“We’re not just having brisket. We’re having my famous kitchen-sink nachos. I was in the middle of grating the cheese when you couldn’t decide if you wanted to come in.”
“Let’s forget that, okay?” I asked. “Wine opener?”
Instead of replying, he walked over to me and caged me in against the counter. “Hi.”
I looked at him and swallowed my nerves. “Hello.”
His hand sank into my hair to cradle the back of my head. “You had to wear a dress . . .”
I frowned. “I don’t get it.”
“All I’m going to be able to do during dinner is fantasize about your skirt hiked up around your hips, your hands gripping the counter while I fuck you from behind.”
My eyes widened and I sucked air into my lungs.
Declan leaned down and gently kissed my lips before releasing me and stepping back. He opened a drawer and pulled out the wine opener and held it up.
“Open the wine,” he suggested, kissing me quickly again before moving away.
I did as he said and popped the cork. “Glasses?”
“Let me get them.” He opened the dishwasher and pulled out two sparkling clean wine glasses and handed them to me.
“These are pretty,” I commented.
“Yeah? I thought you’d like them.”
I frowned. “Thought I’d like them?”
“Yeah.” He looked at me. “I didn’t have wine glasses in the cupboard, so I went to town and bought a set.”
“You went to town?” I asked.
“Hmm, yeah.”
“When? I was in town earlier today.”
“I know. You went to Sweet Teeth with Wade.”
I set the bottle of wine aside.
“You guys were looking a little cozy,” he said, his blue eyes steady on me. “Anything you want to tell me?”
“Like what?”
“Like, are you dating him too?”
