Page 27 of See You Maybe

Declan’s damp curls had fallen onto his forehead, and this time when her fingers twitched, she didn’t resist. He sucked in a breath when she pushed them back, and then lightly ran her nails through his hair.

Declan’s eyes burned into hers, the hard planes of his face drawing tight. Olivia felt like she was drunk, even though the alcohol had left her system hours before. There was a magic to this place, and it made her bold.

She wanted him. This mysterious, complex man who she’d met by chance. Olivia knew she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t act on it.

Lifting on her tiptoes, Olivia pressed her lips to his. At first, she thought he wouldn’t respond, his lips remaining still. But when she flicked the tip of her tongue against his lower lip, it was as if something snapped inside him. Powerful arms clamped around her waist, and pulled her hard against his body. Declan’s mouth slanted over hers, his tongue stroking inside. Tasting and teasing as she moaned into his mouth.

Olivia clutched at his huge shoulders as he thrust a hand into her hair, holding her still beneath his lips. Declan’s kiss was all-consuming, and filled with an urgency that left her breathless. His mouth moved with a desperate hunger, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

When his teeth scraped along her lips a shiver ran through her. The hand gripping her waist flexed, and he pulled her even closer until he was cradled between her legs.

Adrenaline and lust pulsed through her. Olivia felt delirious, and with a gasp she broke the kiss and placed a hand over his chest. His heart thundered beneath her palm.

“I want you to take me back to my hotel now.”

Thunderclouds formed in Declan’s eyes, and he stepped back. Knowing where his mind had gone, Olivia fisted his shirt in her hand and pulled him back to her mouth.

“Your friend gave us thirty minutes,” she said against his lips, when she lifted for air. “I need more than that.”

Declan’s jaw clenched twice, emotions she couldn’t identify racing across his face.

“Please,” she whispered.

His whole body trembled, and then her hand was in his, and Olivia was doing her best to stay on her feet as he strode for the door. The drizzle was still steady; the rain was refreshing on her overheated skin.

They were silent as Declan led her back through the streets to the hotel, her fingers securely interlaced with his like he was worried she might change her mind and pull away. It should have felt awkward, the long walk back, but with every step, she was more confident.

There was no rational reason for her to feel this level of closeness to someone she’d met less than twenty-four hours before. But Declan made her feel safe… valued. As if she was the most important person in the world. When Olivia covered their joined hands with her free one, he looked down at her, raindrops clinging to his eyelashes.

The hotel door had scarcely shut behind them when Olivia found herself spun to face him. Declan was shoving his jacket off her shoulders, his mouth crushing hers. Lips and tongue claimed her as goosebumps covered her skin, and her nipples hardened. Olivia groaned, almost lightheaded with need, as she arched her hips against him and yanked at his shirt. Desperate to touch his hot skin.

Barely breaking their kiss, Declan reached an arm up and roughly pulled his shirt over his head, before tossing it to the floor.

Olivia’s fingers scrabbled at his belt. His big hands cupped her shoulders, and his lips traveled from her mouth and over her jaw, leaving a trail of kisses. “Easy.” His lips teased at the delicate skin of her ear lobe.

Declan let out a low groan when she cupped him through his jeans, filling her with a sense of power. His head tipped back, his eyes squeezed shut, panting as her palm pressed and stroked against the length of him.

“Fuck. Slow down, Petal.” Declan ignored his own words, lifting her and walking the few steps to set her on the edge of the bed. Olivia reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head in one movement. Declan’s nostrils flared as he took in her white cotton bra and panties. She hadn’t brought any sexy underwear for the trip, not expecting that anyone would see it.

Declan’s reaction made her feel as though she were the most desirable thing he’d ever seen. His face taut, he placed a hand beside her on the bed, his massive chest pushing her flat. When his lips found hers, the kiss was slower. His thigh bumped hers wider, and he settled against her.

Olivia whimpered and attempted to lift her hips to grind against his erection, but Declan’s weight had her deliciously pinned beneath him. Panting, she clutched at his back, her nails digging into his skin, her mouth biting down on the hot, tight skin of his chest.

Olivia had never felt this way before. She was out of control. Her whole body was on fire. The intensity of sensation was so strong she thought if she didn’t come soon, she might be at real risk of heart failure.

“Wait,” Declan growled against her neck as he decorated her collarbone with open-mouthed kisses. When he licked between her cleavage and pinched her nipple between his fingers hard, she bucked upward.

“I don’t want to wait.” Her voice was a desperate whine, and she twisted her hands tight in his hair, trying to pull him up from his exploration. “I need you in me… now.”

Declan pulled one bra cup to the side, and the feel of his rough palm was almost her undoing. Her head thrashed, and her legs shook as his tongue rasped against the pebbled peak.

“So beautiful,” he said, blowing cool air across her moist skin. His fingertip lazily circled the nub. “Perfectly pink. Just like your mouth,” Declan’s lips closed over her, tugging and sucking her into the hot moisture of his mouth.

Olivia cried out as almost painful electricity shocked her between her legs. Declan slipped a hand between their bodies and into her panties, his fingers curving over where she throbbed. He nipped at the underside of her breast with a groan as one thick finger slipped through her folds and sank deep inside her. Her legs trembled.

“Perfect.” The guttural sound came from deep in his throat. “You feel fucking perfect, Petal.”

Lifting off her slightly to pull her underwear down her legs, she felt his weight lower over her again. “Open for me.”