Page 48 of Sweet Revenge
She sent him a teasing grin. “I don’t think I did say.” She stroked a hand down his arm, sending Declan a signal to relax behind DiMarco’s back. “I could tell you all about him another time, in private. But he generally kills the mood.”
When a grin slowly spread across his face she relaxed, giving his arm a playful squeeze. “Well, we wouldn’t want to ruin the mood. It’s a shame you have to go, but let me give you my card.”
She returned his grin, stomach doing flip flops while she watched him pat his pockets and pull out a silver embossed business card holder. He slipped one out and handed it to her.
“I hope to see you again very soon, Andrea,” she purred, leaning up to brush a kiss across his cheek.
Without another word, she turned on her heel and forced herself to slowly skirt the ballroom, turning to reward DiMarco with one last flirtatious smile and catching Declan’s eye instead.
The way he looked at her made every thought she’d tried to push out of her head over the last few days come flooding back. She slipped out the front door and into the black sedan that waited for her, smiling at Brogan as he drove around the corner and waited for Declan.
“That was perfectly executed. I’m very impressed. Imagine what we could do with your skill set. The possibilities are endless.”
Declan waited the agreed-upon fifteen minutes and then climbed into the back of the car.
“What was that about?” Declan asked as Brogan pulled away from the curb and drove back toward Evie’s car.
“He got suspicious there at the end. I had to practically promise to sleep with him to get him to relax.”
Declan’s eyes flashed. “He gave you something before you left.”
She held out the business card to him, barely hiding a grin when he snatched it, turning it over in his fingers. “I promise not to call him, unless sex is the next part of your plan.”
He held her gaze while he slowly ripped up the card into tiny pieces and released the bits of paper out the window. “You get what you needed?” he asked Brogan.
“Every single kilobyte. And there was a lot of it. I’m going to enjoy going through all of that.”
“Good.” Declan’s gaze shifted to Evie. She could feel the desire rolling off him, and it sent a wave of need through her. “How long until you can get me something?”
“Couple days. I started digging into Peter too. Haven’t found anything yet, but I’ll keep looking. I have a few more angles I want to try.”
When Brogan pulled up alongside Evie’s car, she got out and Declan followed suit, waiting for Brogan’s tail lights to fade before gripping Evie’s hand and yanking her up against him.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about doing this all night.”
The kiss he gave her was deep and demanding, and his lips never left hers as he urged her backward until she was pressed against the door of her car, the Maserati shielding them from the road. He fisted his hand in her hair, tilting her head back and scraping his teeth along the line of her jaw.
She should stop him. Sex with Declan could go nowhere good. But ever since that kiss the other night, it was all she could think about. His hands, his lips, his teeth on her skin.
Being with Declan would have consequences, but to hell with them. She’d deal with them later. She wanted this, wanted him more than she’d let herself want anything in a long time. And she meant to take it.
“Someone is going to see us,” she said, pulse racing and voice breathy with it.
His grin was quick and wicked. “You didn’t use to mind getting caught.”
His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing before lifting her up. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he groaned, grinding against her as his lips traveled the column of her throat, kissing, biting, sucking.
“Declan,” she panted, reaching down between them to fumble with his zipper, fingers brushing against the hard length of his cock.
On a hiss, he sank his teeth into her shoulder while she stroked him through the fabric of his pants. He moved his hand on top of hers, helping her free his cock and shuddering when she wrapped her fingers around his length.
He thrust against her palm while he shoved her dress higher, dropping his head to kiss the rounded tops of her breasts while she stroked him. He whispered her name in her ear as he drove himself inside her, and she bucked her hips against his.
She could feel his fingers digging into her ass as he pumped in and out of her, and she pulled his mouth to hers for another searing kiss, dragging her teeth over his bottom lip.
Grinding her hips against him, her body tingled, begging for release, and she dragged her teeth across his upper lip, shivering when he growled, hips thrusting faster.
“Yes. Declan,” she panted, digging her fingernails into the base of his neck just to feel his skin hot under her hands.
