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Chapter Twenty

Sophie

The elevator took forever. At least, that’s what it felt like given enough time had passed for me to ask myself a hundred times what the ever-loving-fuck I was doing on my way to a hotel room with Declan O’Shaughnessy.

It wasn’t that I was opposed to having sex with him—clearly—but I really had no clue how I’d gone from telling him “no touching, no kissing” to making my way toward an elegant hotel room where he’d do inelegant things to me. If those toe-curling kisses of his were anything to go by, he was about to prove why he carried himself with such a confident swagger.

When we finally reached our room, instead of tapping the keycard to the lock, Declan backed me up against the wall. When his eyes roved over my face and he stared down at me in wonder—like he couldn’t believe we were doing this—all rational thought fled.

His lips hovered over mine, teasing, and I held my breath, waiting for him to kiss me. His hand cupped my cheek and I leaned into him as he angled my mouth where he wanted it. He nuzzled me softly and then, after what felt like years had passed in the span of a single blink, he finally kissed me. A tangle of tongues and clashing lips, I whimpered into his mouth, wanting more. I pulled him tighter and ground my pelvis against his erection.

The lock clicked open and we fell through the door, a tangle of limbs and erratic breaths. With my wrists clasped in one hand over my head, the other glided down my curves. I moaned with want just before he brought his lips back to mine and kissed me deep.

Pressing his body to mine, he whispered, “Do you feel what you do to me?”

Could I ever!

I wanted that thick, hard bulge inside of me. But not yet. First we needed to talk, lay down some ground rules.

“Declan, wait,” I whispered as I strained to keep a hold on my reason. When he kept kissing me, I tugged my hands from his grip. “Stop.”

The force of my command breaking through his lust, he dropped my wrists and took a hurried step back. Exhaling, he laced his hands behind his head and held my gaze.

“I thought you wanted this?”

“I do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” The relief in his eyes was palpable. “I just want to …”

Want to what?I asked myself. Why was I delaying? I’d said I was up for this and I’d meant it. I wanted this, so what was I waiting for?

“I just want to set some ground rules,” I finished lamely.

He angled his head and stared at me for a few beats before asking, “Like what?”

“Well, for starters, we’re not doing this without a condom. I assume you have one?”

He scoffed and I realized what a naïve question that was.

“I never leave home without one.”

Logically speaking, I knew every sexually active man in the first world likely carried a condom in their wallets, but I wasn’t thinking logically. I was letting my emotions run this show and they were out of control. They did not like the idea that Declan always carried a condom because Declan was always having sex. Hot, dirty, anonymous sex.

Which, I reminded myself, was exactly why we needed the condom in the first place.

“Right, of course,” I answered, pushing aside my ridiculous thoughts.

Better than him not having a condom and our sexy time being put on hold, I told myself.

“So that’s me covered. You’re on birth control, yeah?”

“Of course I’m on the pill.”

“Good. That’s good,” he answered thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. “And you’ve been tested? You’re clean?”

Wait, what? Wasn’t I supposed to be asking him these questions?

I stared at him with narrowed eyes, my green-eyed monster taking over. Before I could stop this ugly person who lived inside of me, I spat, “Do you ask all your women that?”

It was the second time in less than an hour I’d brought up his past and I hated myself for it. I’d always thought I wasn’t a judgy person, but I was beginning to rethink that position. Because I judged him. Openly and bitingly.

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