Page 68 of Declan

His eyes are dark with want, and mine probably match.

I should stop this. We’re in a public bathroom, for God’s sake. There’s a packed club on the other side of this door. But logic is nowhere to be found. And if I’m being honest, it’s such a turn-on knowing that he’s desperately trying to keep this relationship a secret from my brother, but he’s willing to risk it because he wants me that much.

Declan’s hands slide beneath the hem of my dress, rough palms against my thighs, fingertips dragging upward until they reach the lace I wore with him in mind. His growl is pure sex, low and dangerous, vibrating straight through me.

“Maybe it’s time you stop wearing panties,” he rasps, pushing the lace aside, brushing his knuckles along where I’m already wet for him.

I nod, breath catching. “I’ll leave my pussy bare for you.”

“Fuck, Lena.” He captures my mouth again, this kiss deeper, dirtier. I open for him, tasting every ounce of want he’s been holding back. He rips them off and gives me that sexy as sin grin. “Next time, no panties.”

My breath hitches, but it’s sexy as hell..

“Wrap your legs around me.”

I do, needing the relief as badly as he does.

He reaches down, unbuckling his belt with one hand like it’s nothing, the other still gripping my hip to keep me balanced on the counter.

Then I feel him, thick and hard, pressing against me. I bite my lip, rocking forward just enough to make contact. He groans low in his throat.

“Hold on tight because this is going to be hard and fast,” he hisses.

I nod, eyes locked with his. “Please,” I beg, needing him like never before.

He pushes into me in one slow, steady thrust.

My head falls back against the mirror, a moan slipping past my lips. Declan curses under his breath, jaw clenched as he buries himself deep.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he breathes, starting to move. Every stroke is deliberate, hard, and deep, like he wants to brand himself into my soul.

I hold on tight, nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist as he drives into me over and over. The rhythm builds fast, our bodies in perfect sync, like this was always meant to happen.

The heat coils low in my belly, everything tightening, spiraling.

“Declan!”

“I’ve got you, baby. Come for me.”

And I do.

My body shudders around him, clenching tight as he follows with a growl, as he finds his release, still holding me like I’m the most important thing in the world.

We stay like that for a moment, forehead to forehead, catching our breath.

“Jesus Christ,” I whisper, smiling like an idiot.

Declan grins, brushing a kiss against my lips. “Yeah.”

The next fewweeks are a whirlwind. Declan and I spend as much time together as possible. When he’s not handling club business and I’m not working, we’re together. I thought we were close before, but since we’ve gotten together, I feel like I know him, like really know him.

We both find it difficult to trust anyone, and yet we’ve opened up to each other like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

I’ve confided in him about my fears of relationships, and he confided in, me telling me about the fight club that the club runs.

I was surprised but not shocked. They are men who live on the edge of danger, and I think that’s part of the pull to him.

As we lay tangled in bed, our bodies still humming from yet another mind-blowing night of sex, the room thick with the scent of sweat and sex, I turn to him. The sheets are a mess beneath us, our skin still slick and warm from each other, but none of that matters right now. I can’t hold the question in anymore. My heart is thudding in my chest. Not from pleasure this time, but nerves.

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