Page 62 of Fake Christmas Date Cowboy

They both gaped at her.

“I have friends who are huge tech nerds. We talk. They told me that someone hacked the air traffic control system and were holding access to it for a price. It was only rumored that Air Force One was in the sky that night—and that they might not have made it safely to the ground if not for the people who stepped in and stopped the attack.” She turned her head to stare at Declan. “That wasyou?”

He shifted his shoulders in what she thought was an uncomfortable shrug. “Just doing my duty,” he mumbled.

“He’s too humble. But we like him just fine despite the bragging rights he gets for oh, at least another week.” Ross’s eyes gleamed with amusement at Declan’s discomfort. “Anyhow, I’m glad you’re going to be all right, Belle. Declan, I’ve gotta get back to the ranch, but I hope you’re both up to joining us tomorrow for a private brunch just for the team. Our own Christmas celebration, if you will.”

Declan and Belle’s gazes met. She nodded.

“We’ll be there. And Ross? Thank you for everything. For the backup. I never could have found Belle without the team.”

He smiled. “It’s how we operate, Dec. Oh, and we’re leaving a car for you to get Belle safely back to the ranch.”

“She’ll stay with me in the cabin.” He enveloped her hand with his big, warm one.

“See you at brunch.” With that, he ducked out of the room, leaving her alone with her savior, her protector on so many occasions.

When he leaned close again, her heart fluttered. “I can’t wait to be alone with you, Belle. I have things to say.”

She brushed her fingertips over his jaw. “So do I. Now, do you see any mistletoe around this place? Because I can’t wait to have your lips on mine.”

“We never needed mistletoe before.” He leaned in and claimed her mouth in a slow, seeking kiss filled with emotion.

Declan locked his arms around Belle’s naked body and lifted her over the lip of the shower stall. His mouth fused to her delicate throat as he pressed kisses up and down the column.

She pulled in a deep breath and latched on to his ass, nails biting, as she dragged him against her. “I need you, Declan. Ineedyou.”

He couldn’t stop tasting her. Her sweet body drove him crazy. “You’re sure you’re all right? Not feeling dizzy or too sore?”

“The only thing I’m dizzy for…” she sucked in sharply as he trailed his fingertips down the plane of her stomach and teased her pussy, “is you!”

Lightly pinching her outer pussy lips together, he massaged up and down, stroking her clit that was trapped inside.

“Oh my…god! That feels—”

She broke off on a cry that echoed off the bathroom walls and pressed his need to a burning crescendo. His cock throbbed, jerking against his abs and leaking precum. He’d resisted taking Belle first thing that morning even though he woke with a raging erection.

But she’d given him the come-hither bedroom eyes that started this game. The tender kisses he had planned to deliver until she felt more herself flew out the cabin window into the frosty air because she refused to slow down.

Watching her face, he continued to tease her the same way. Then he eased a finger between her lips—and found her soaking. As he smeared her juices over her clit, she trembled in his grasp.

The dark need to claim her washed over him. In a swift move, he dropped to his knees and buried his tongue in her sweet pussy. Her soft cries strengthened, driving him to sink his tongue deeper inside her.

Passion and desire mingled in his brain, shutting out anything but pleasuring this woman. The charity event, the terror of finding Belle missing…it all faded to the tune of her throaty moans.

When he laved his tongue around her clit, she dug her hand into his shoulder, holding herself upright as her release struck. She bucked her hips. He sucked her clit and held her to his mouth, drawing out her ecstasy until her thighs began to tremor.

With light flicks of his tongue, he brought her down slowly. Her heavy panting breaths made him lift his head. Their gazes met. A blush that wasn’t put there by the warm shower colored her beautiful face.

“Is that what you needed, baby?” Slowly, he pushed to his feet and pulled her to him.

She hooked her leg around his thigh. “I don’t suppose we have time for more.”

“The condoms are in the other room.”

A smile spread across her face, and a naughty twinkle hit her eyes. “I’m prepared to be a little late to the brunch if you’re up for it.”

He curled a hand around her nape, drawing her lips to his. “I’m always up for you.”

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