Page 25 of Destined Lovers

“Declan,” I moan into his neck as the last little shocks leave my body, and I come down from my high.

My limbs are shaking, and my body feels like a limp noodle.

Holy crap, what just happened? I just rode Declan to orgasm—on top of our clothes.

I press harder into Declan’s neck, trying to bury myself as deeply as possible. I’m so embarrassed.

“Pip,” he whispers. I shake my head, unable to look at him right this second.

In true Declan fashion, he doesn’t give me a choice. He pulls my body off him, so I can see his face, which is plastered with a shite-eating grin.

“Ughhh,” I moan in embarrassment. “Can you not.” I roll my eyes at his dumb, beautiful face.

“That was… hands down… the hottest… fecking… thing… I’ve ever seen in my life. The look of pure bliss on your face will be etched in my brain for the rest of my life.”

He leans forward and places a chaste kiss on my lips, and when he moves back, I can feel him hard against me.Crap.

I don’t know what to do, but he’s already pulling me off his lap and placing me next to him, tightly pressed against his side.

He rearranges himself, and I feel like I need to ask, “Do you want me to—”Not that I would know what to do.

“No, Pip, today was for you.” He leans over again with a quick kiss. It’s as if he can’t get enough.Not that I’m complaining.

This is my first good day in… I can’t even remember.

I can’t believe I’ve had to stay away from this man for a freaking decade! That is so beyond insane to me right now that I could scream.

I lean back, rest my head against his shoulder, and try not to laugh out loud at that craziness that just happened. My first time having an orgasm with a man was while humping Declan on Agnes’s couch. The man I’ve loved from afar for so long,

“What is it?” Declan asks. I can still see that slight cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Nothing, just thinking about how that escalated real fast.” I laugh for real now, snuggling closer to him while he plays with my hair. He used to do that all the time when we were younger.

I hear him huff under his breath, and he moves my hair around. What is he doing?

“What the heck are you doing up there, Dec?”

“What is with this hair color?” he spits in disgust. News flash, I fecking hate it too. I changed it when I needed a fresh start.

“It’s just temporary, don’t worry,” I assure him.

“Good, because I miss that coppery red hair. I crave it.”

“You crave the color of my hair?”

“Yes, you have no idea how many times I envisioned seeing you again, and your red hair was always the first thing that shined through in my memory,” he says, picking up my hair again to inspect it like it’s going to change back at the touch of his fingers.

“Will you stop?” I pat my hair down.

“Well, will you change it back? This is just no good,” he says, shaking his head and picking up yet another piece.

“Eventually, yes. Now stop playing with it, crazy.”

He huffs again, lays my hair back down, and tries to fix the mess he made. If I thought my hair was a rat’s nest before, I could only imagine what it looks like now.

We sit there a bit longer, lost in the moment. It’s incredible how we fell back into place within minutes of talking to each other.

Right back to Declan and Nora.Like it was always supposed to be.

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