Page 97 of Maid For Each Other
“I can’t,” she said, her voice more air than sound as she nipped me back, electricity shocking through me at the feel of her teeth on my lip. “I can’t help you because I can’t remember, either.”
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LFG
Abi
What should I do?
Our breaths were mingling, his hot green eyes my entire universe, and my brain was at war with my body. Because dearLord, I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted to give in to this. To follow these sparks and set the world on fire.
But what did it mean?
Was it part of one of our deals, the genuine progression of our relationship, or straight-up chemistry?
It seemed like this was my constant inner monologue when it came to Declan now—what does it mean?—and I was getting tired of it. I wanted toknowwhat it meant without worrying. I wanted to turn myself over to the feelings and let it burn.
“So where does that leave us?” he asked, toying with my mouth as I set my palms on his chest. I swear to God I could feel the heat of his skin under my fingers as the tiny bites of his teethon my lips drove me nuts, like an appetizer that was perfection but not nearly enough.
It just made me hungrier.
“Giving in,” I said, and suddenly it was like those two words served as the flash point.
His hands brought me closer and he dove in, opening his mouth wide over mine and going deep. His lips, teeth, and tongue were hungry, fucking everywhere with me as we devoured each other beside the hotel room door.
Technically it was just kissing, but it was feverish and frenetic and somehow more intimate than any sexual act I’d ever experienced before this moment.
“Your towel,” he said, lowering his face to taste my neck, my shoulder, the hollow underneath my ear, “is about to go, Mariano. You good with that?”
Was I good with that? I was losing the ability to form words entirely as Declan made me weak.
“Your shirt,” I breathed, my head falling to the side to give him better access. “Lose it first.”
Suddenly I didn’t care what it all meant because I knew.
It meant everything tome, and that was enough.
“Fine,” he said, biting my neck in a way that made my knees buckle as he pushed me against the door with his hips like he was unwilling to lose contact with my body to remove his shirt. It was gone in a second and his hands were reaching for my towel, but I batted them aside because I was greedy to feel every single square inch of him first.
Oh, God.
My hands slid over his chest, hard and wide and solid and warm, and he looked at me with eyes on fire. His jaw was rigid, his nostrils flared as I dragged my fingers down over the muscled ridges of that perfectly toned torso.
“Nope,” he said through gritted teeth, setting his hands over mine.
“Nope?” I repeated, my voice barely there.
“I need you in that bed, Ab.” His gaze was all I could see, all Iwantedto see, as he said in a near growl, “Now.”
I’d never felt more inclined to listen to an order than right now with Declan looking at me with a wild hunger in his eyes.
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Bed Poetry
Declan
I lifted her and carried her over to the bed, muttering a curse when she wrapped her legs around me, hellyes. I was back on her lips, tasting every drop of their sweetness as my knees hit the mattress and a second later, I was stretched out over her.
