Page 99 of See You Maybe

“Because you’re mine.” Declan’s snarl ripped from deep inside him.

In a flash, his hands were on her hem, shoving up her dress until it bunched around her waist. He grasped her thighs with his large hands and lifted, using his full weight to pin her to the wall.

Olivia surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body and her legs wrapped him, as his mouth slammed into hers. Declan kissed her like he was angry… like he was desperate, and her body responded instantly to the intensity.

Olivia whimpered when he rocked hard against her, his erection rubbing against the seam of her panties until she cried out. She didn’t care that they were in a restaurant bathroom, or that other people were waiting for them. Olivia didn’t even care that he’d broken her heart. She wanted him inside with an almost painful desperation.

Declan’s hand slipped inside her dress, palming her breast roughly. His thumb brushed her puckered nipple, as her hands yanked at his belt. There was no teasing, no drawn-out pleasure. Only frantic need that they both raced to satisfy.

Declan angled his torso back to slip a hand between their bodies and his thumb stroked over her clit. “Declan!” she cried.

He pulled her lace panties to the side until she heard the delicate fabric rip. Olivia whimpered as two long fingers sunk inside. She clenched around them and heard him growl with approval.

Declan buried his face in her neck as he rocked harder against her, his thumb rubbing firm circles over her clit, and his fingers curled inside.

“You’re drenched,” he groaned into her neck. “You feel so fucking perfect. Are so fucking perfect.”

Hot breath panted against her jaw when she shoved his pants down to pull him free. She stroked his length, relishing the hot silky skin before lining him up with her body.

“Petal.” Declan’s pupils were blown wide when he lifted his head to stare into her eyes.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my mind,” she gasped, sliding him back and forth against her over-sensitized skin.

A primitive look crossed his eyes, and then he surged into her with one hard stroke, covering her mouth with a large hand when she screamed. Declan didn’t wait for her to adjust to him, his pace almost savage as he thrust inside her.

Olivia clawed at his shoulders, and soon her legs were shaking, and stars erupted behind her closed eyelids as she fell apart. With a muffled shout in her shoulder, she felt Declan find his own release.

Heart still pounding, Olivia opened her eyes, reluctantly coming back to awareness. Declan’s forehead rested on her shoulder, his ragged exhales feathered across her bare collarbone. For a minute they stayed joined together, as they both struggled to steady their breathing. Slowly, Declan set her feet on the ground, and tugged her dress together, as he tucked himself away.

“We didn’t use anything.” Declan’s voice was gruff, but it didn’t sound like he was sorry. “You’re the only one I’ve ever… I would never put you at risk like that.”

“I know.” And she did. Deep inside Olivia knew Declan would always protect her.

There was an odd expression on his face. “But there is always the risk of?—”

“No risks taken.” Olivia swallowed past the lump in her throat the words immediately caused. She wasn’t about to tell him it was unlikely she could have children, and that one slipup wasn’t likely to result in a baby when eighteen months of trying never had.

His brow furrowed, and for a second an emotion that looked a lot like disappointment crossed his eyes. Declan stroked the back of his knuckles down her cheek.

“What are we doing?”

Declan sighed, and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, folding it into a square. “I don’t know. I forget everything when I’m with you.”

His words, so close to her own thoughts, made her heart flutter. “We can’t keep doing this,” Olivia said. “I might not really be on a date, but you are.”

“It’s not a date.” Declan’s eyes captured hers with a sudden intensity. “Until that stunt she just pulled, I’d never even kissed Fiona. This is a business arrangement.”

“Does she know that?”

Declan didn’t answer, his eyes tracing over her features. Then to her shock, he reached under her dress with his makeshift pad to gently clean her tender flesh. She sucked in a breath, and his eyes flashed to hers with concern. “Did I hurt you?”

Olivia shook her head, her heart thudding. For a beat he studied her, and then tossed the used handkerchief in the trash can. Bending, he retrieved the remains of her panties from the floor, and tucked them in his pocket.

“This isn’t the time or the place for this, but you’re right. We need to talk. Really talk. I thought I could…” He stared at her for a minute, and then Declan curved his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a hard kiss against her lips before retreating to the door, his mask sliding into place.

“We need to get back.” Declan paused, his hand on the lock. “I’m not playing a game, Petal.” His voice was low, his eyes deadly serious. “If that bastard touches you again, you will be able to count the breaths he has left on one hand. Which would be unfortunate, because I have plans for him.”

Olivia’s brows drew together. “Plans?”