“K,” he says, taking a step in my direction. I match his movements, backing up until I’m pressed against the glass of the shower doors with nowhere else to go. “Why. Are. You. Avoiding. Me?”
His words are punctuated, his voice barely above a growl. When I flick my eyes to his, I see them filled with lust. Dark pools swirling with need.
He wants me and that can’t happen right now. There are at least twenty people downstairs. Our friends. Lo’s family. His family. Acting on anything would be a big mistake. We could get caught. Again.
“I-I’m n-not,” I stutter out, my voice barely audible.
Declan lifts one hand to cup my cheek, and I automatically lean into his touch before I can stop myself. His hand feels like fire against my skin and I love the way his touch burns me straight to my soul.
“You are, and I want to know why because whatever is going on between us is great, but it could be so much better.”
Rules, I remind myself. I have them for a reason. Reasons I can’t remember right now. Not when he’s standing this close. When my body is aching to be closer to him. For him to lean in and brush his lips across mine, to taste the watermelon chapstick I wore just for him.
“Yeah,” I say, sensations washing over me as I close my eyes, the rest of my body now warming from his simple touch.
“So much better,” he whispers, his voice sounding dangerously close. “Tell me you want this,” he pleads, his breath fanning across my lips. “Tell me I can kiss you, Kendall. It’s all I’ve been thinking about today. Your soft, delicate lips, wondering if they taste like watermelon or not.”
Opening my eyes, I immediately feel my knees go weak. Declan’s lips are inches from mine, his gaze seeking permission to close the distance. It’s like he read my mind, or maybe my body language. He knows what I want, but still we stare at each other for a few tense moments before I finally nod my head.
It’s all the assurance he needs before he presses his lips to mine. Gently at first. A soft caress. When I place my hand against his chest, gripping the front of his shirt, his restraint snaps and he deepens the kiss, his tongue demanding access. As soon as I finally grant it to him, he growls into my mouth.
Suddenly I’m being lifted by my ass, my legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck, and then he turns swiftly, my back hitting the wall with a resounding thud. I can feel his erection against my inner thigh, long and hard. But that’s not where I want it, so I wiggle in his arms as he continues to assault my mouth and position him at the junction of my legs.
The second he thrusts against my warm center we groan in unison.
“So. Much. Better,” Declan says against my mouth, his hips thrusting with every word.