Page 62 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

“Declan,” I half whisper, half moan his name.

“Yeah, Angel?”

“This was supposed to be about you.” My head arches back as he twists me to the side, a new spot being explored.

His hand snakes between my thighs until he finds my swollen nub. He rubs and circles it as he continues to fuck me into oblivion.

“Making you come is about me.”

Each of his words are punctuated with a thrust of his hips, and I finally freefall into bliss as I climax around him. Pleasuresparks through my body in almost unbearable waves. I clamp down around him and squeeze until I feel him jerk inside me. The heat of release feels endless as both of our chests heave while we catch our breath.

“Declan,” I finally say as my heart returns to normal.

“Yeah?” He pulls out and collapses beside me.

“I love you.”

He goes so still beside me I begin to panic internally. Did I say it too fast? Does he not feel the same way? Is this just a physical thing?

“Say it again,” he commands quietly.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He turns and gathers me in his arms, his face buried in my hair as he says, “I love you, too.” His lips find mine, my taste still coating them. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. You deserve everything.”

Chapter

Twenty-Three

BANKS

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks is all I hear as I step out of my car at Declan and Harper’s house. I’m not surprised to have received an invite here this weekend, but I was shocked when it came from Declan first. We’ve been getting along better, but I’m prepared for any progress we’ve made to be partially erased by my marriage proposal. I ring the bell and look out over the stormy sea while I prepare for whatever is coming at me.

Turns out what’s coming for me is a five-foot-four squealing brunette. Harper jumps into my arms like a little koala, squeezing me with all the love and strength she can muster. I hug her right back, giving her a kiss on the temple.

“I didn’t realize you were coming by,” she says as she drops her legs. “Did Mom invite you over?”

“I did.” Declan walks into the foyer with an unreadable expression on his face.

I’ll count it as a win because at least he’s not scowling. Baby steps.

“Really?” She turns from me to look at him trepidatiously, keeping her body between us just in case a fight breaks out.

“Calm down. It was a peaceful invite. I just want to talk.” He starts walking toward the stairs but holds out a hand when she starts to follow. “No, just Banks and me.”

Her eyes flit to mine. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“It’s fine.” I squeeze her shoulder as I pass her to follow him upstairs. “I’ll find you when we’re done.”

He leads me down a hallway past the room they gave Harper and into his bedroom. The walls are a deep blue with shelves lining the top full of soccer medals and trophies. His valedictorian stole and honors cords hang haphazardly from a hook on his closet door. A picture of him as a child in the cockpit of an airplane next to a woman sits on his nightstand beside a rosary. His eyes follow mine, and he picks up the frame.

“My mom.” He holds out the picture for me.

After a brief hesitation I take it. It feels like a sort of peace offering. Or maybe a test. Either way my curiosity wins out, and I look down, taking in the minute details. His mom was beautiful, I can see her smile in his, rare as it may be.

“You have her smile.”

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