Page 99 of Cross Check Hearts

As if my thoughts have summoned him, Declan appears behind me in the reflection, rolling up the sleeves of his dark dress shirt as he strides through the open bathroom door. I swallow hard at the sight. It’s such a small, everyday thing, but I find it so incredibly sexy, almost like he’s getting ready to get down to business. The way the fabric tightens around his forearms, revealing the definition of muscle beneath tanned skin, sends heat pooling low in my belly. And I can’t help thinking about him doing this same thing with me right before he tears my clothes off.

Then again, there isn’t much that I don’t find sexy about him.

He steps up behind me and rests his hands on my waist to bring his lips down to my neck, sending goosebumps scattering over me.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look?” he whispers against my ear, and I melt against him, my breath escaping in a soft rush. I swear, this man knows how to play me like an instrument, and even just the feeling of his mouth against my skin makes me feel like I’m catching fire from the inside out.

I spin slowly in his arms to face him, trapping my lower lip between my teeth. “I could ask you the same thing.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “I can’t hold a candle to you. No one can.”

His hands snake across my waist to the band of my panties, and he hooks his thumbs under it, teasing me and bringing a fresh wave of goosebumps to my skin. My thighs clench, but I try to shove down my arousal—because as much as I want him to take me right here and now instead of getting ready for this event, I know that can’t happen. My mother and father would be apoplectic if they found out I didn’t take advantage of a big opportunity like this to land a good job after school.

“God, I wish we didn’t have to go to this dumb mixer thing,” I groan as I sway in his arms, staring up into his brown eyes flecked with amber. There are any number of things I’d rather do with him than spend the next couple of hours rubbing elbows with rich law school alumni who are just as disinterested in being there as I am.

“You and me both,” he says before he kisses my shoulder, and I giggle as I pull it away from him and turn back to face the mirror.

“Then you probably shouldn’t be in here distracting me. I need to finish my makeup and get dressed.”

“What do you mean? You think this is distracting?” he asks and brings his lips back to the top of my spine. He kisses all the way down, a peck for each vertebrae, and sinks to his knees until his lips stop just above my tailbone. He bites the plumpness of my ass through my panties, gently but enough to get my attention, and I yelp.

He flashes me a devilish grin in the mirror as he peeks around me. “Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to distract you.”

Before I can retort, he stands and rests a hand on my lower back, gently pressing me forward against the bathroom sink. He tugs my panties down and slaps my ass, filling the bathroom with a sharp crack and making me yelp. He groans approvingly at the red mark I feel stinging in its wake and drags his fingertips across the sensitive skin.

“Look at that pretty pink handprint,” he murmurs. I suck in a stuttering breath at the intense sensation of his calloused skin dragging against mine.

Determined not to give in, I pick up one of my makeup brushes and try my best to stay focused on finishing my makeup despite him. But when he reaches around and starts massaging my clit with his fingers and the brush shakes between my fingers, I realize I’m going to make myself look like a clown if I keep trying. So I give in and set my brush down on the counter to close my eyes and breathe into the way he’s touching me. I’ll fix my makeup later.

“There you go. Good girl. Let go for me,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he nips at my ass again and keeps working my clit. He bites down harder on my ass cheek and then sucks gently, sliding his fingers through my folds and teasing my entrance. I’m already wet, so the first of his fingers slides in without much resistance, and as he pushes it in, he pushes my breath out with it.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, clutching the edge of the counter with both hands.

At this rate, we’re never going to get out of the house, much less make it to the event on time. But it’s hard to give a damn about any of that when he’s touching me like this and making me feel like a livewire.

“You’re fucking soaked already,” he groans. “I love how wet you get for me.”

He drags his finger out of me and brings it to his mouth in the mirror so I can watch him lick and suck my arousal off his finger. The sight of his tongue swirling around his finger sends a jolt straight to my core, and I whimper because I can barely stand the sight of it or stop thinking about his thick cock being inside me.

I don’t know how he does it, but he seems to know exactly how and where to press my buttons. Before he came in here, sex was the furthest thing from my mind, but now that he’s touching me and his body is against mine, my craving for him is the only thing I can think about—like it’s completely taken over me. No one else I’ve ever met has been able to have that kind of pull over me, and while it scares me a little bit, it also turns me on to know that he has that kind of power.

And that I’m giving it to him willingly.

We lock gazes in the mirror, and his eyes are dark with desire. “God, I want to lap you right the fuck up,” he groans, and my pussy clenches automatically.

“Then what’s taking you so long?” I challenge, the words tumbling out before I can second-guess them. But when his eyes snap to mine in the mirror again, I shudder, because I know that was a challenge he can’t resist. Hell, maybe he never had any intention of resisting it.

Without warning, he shifts around me to wedge himself between me and the counter and drops to his knees with my pussy right at his eye level. My breath catches in the back of my throat because I’m expecting him to eat me out like this, but instead, he reaches for one of my legs and starts to lift it over his shoulder.

Using the counter to steady myself, I hike one leg over his shoulder—but then he reaches for the other leg.

“Wait! What are you doing?” I ask, my heart racing a little as I try to hold myself up.

He smirks up at me, a mischievous look on his handsome features. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do. But are you sure you can hold me?”

He nods hungrily, his eyes glinting. “Positive. I’ve got you. Grab on to my shoulders.”

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