Page 68 of Destined Lovers

I hold the jar against my chest. “No one’s touching my honey.”

His eyes hold mine, and his voice lowers. “Imagine, it all warmed up, dripping down your sex as I lick it up. I can’t imagine any honey in the world tasting better than that.”

I breathe heavily through my nose. How is it possible this man can turn me on again with one simple sentence?

I need to change the subject because this time, I really am that sore, and I’m afraid if I keep staring at him right now, I’ll be right back in his lap, willing and naked.

“You never asked if I was on birth control, by the way.” He takes another bite of his burger and shrugs.

“What does,” I mimic his shrug “mean?”

“Honestly, it means I didn’t care either way.”

“Are you…”

“I’m clean, Nora,” he deadpans.

“How do you know…”

“Because I haven’t had sex in a long time.”

What does that mean? What is a long time? For once, I can’t figure out what his eyes tell me. “How long?” I have no desire to know about his past sexual encounters, but now that he’s mentioned it. I need to know.

“I may not be a virgin, but I’ve never truly had a relationship with another woman. A few one-night stands, very few and far between. It was to satisfy an itch, for lack of better words.”

“But when was your last?”

“I don’t want to discuss. It’s pointless to get into it. But one year ago, if you must know.” He holds my stare. “They were all meaningless, I promise you.”

“Oh…” He hasn’t had sex in one year?Holy crap.

“Yes,oh… can I finish my dinner now in peace?”

“I’m not on birth control,” I tell him, and he shrugs that damn shrug again.

“You don’t care if I get pregnant?” I asked in complete shock.

“I mean… I didn’t think about it because you fried my damn brain earlier. But you will one day be my wife and the mother of my children without a doubt in my mind. So what does it matter? We’ve known each other our whole lives. We don’t need to take things slow. We don’t need to get to know one another. Time may have passed, but my feelings have not changed. If anything, they are stronger than ever,” he states with complete reverence. Then he leans back in his chair, daring me to say something different.

“How many children?” I raise my eyebrow. Let’s see how he handles this.

“Six,” he states confidently.

He remembers.

My whole life, I’ve wanted a big family but now more than ever since my parents died. I can’t believe he remembered I wanted six.

He honestly didn’t forget anything, did he?

* * *

I feel the bed dip, and soft kisses caress my cheek. “I’m going for a quick run, angel. Do you want to join me?”

I scrunch my face in disgust. “I’d rather swallow knives.”

He chuckles and kisses me again. “Okay, get up then and get ready. We should leave soon after I return.” He pats my behind and leaves me to soak in this beautiful bed.

It’s been a few days since we made love for the first time, and the rest of the trip has been a blur since then. I’m so lost in the world of Declan that there is a good chance we will one day have to take this trip all over again to get the real experience.

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