She crossed her arms in front of her chest, her heart thumping hard at his declaration. “Are you finished?”
“Uh. Yeah.” He clamped his mouth shut, his expression troubled. “I’ll go if you want me to,” he added quietly.
The man was ridiculous. Seriously. He was also—unbelievably—hers. “I don’t want you to go.”
“You don’t?” he asked hopefully.
“No.” She shook her head. “I’ve thought of nothing but you either these last five weeks. And I’ll admit I’ve been mad at you for not calling, but you’re here now.”
“And…” he prompted.
“And I’m glad.” She smiled. “Really glad.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Now, are you going to come over here and hug me or not?”
Declan ran to her, grabbing hold of her waist and pulling her into his arms. “I’m going to do more than hug you,” he murmured as he squeezed her tight, his head descending toward hers.
She smiled, her eyes sliding shut just as his mouth touched hers. “That’s what I was hoping,” she murmured against his lips.
The kiss was sweet at first. An exploration, a question.
Hi, you’re really happy to see me? his lips asked.
Oh my God, yes, quite doubting yourself and kiss me some more, hers answered.
So he did. He kissed her long and hard, a wet, delicious kiss filled with lots of tongue, a low moan coming from him and a sweet little whimper coming from Reagan. She felt so damn good in his arms again, so right.
He never wanted to let her go.
“Declan.” She whispered his name against his mouth and he pulled
away from her, everything inside of him throbbing and pulsing in need of her. “We’re at my work.”
“So?” He frowned before diving in for another kiss, but she pressed her hands against his shoulders, keeping him from doing so.
“So we should probably take this somewhere else.” She glanced down with raised brows, and he noticed he had one hand firmly on her breast.
And the other was cupping her delectable butt.
He dropped his hands and stepped back, curling his fingers into fists to keep himself from touching her. “You’re off soon, right?”
She frowned. “How did you know?”
“I asked.” He shrugged. He felt like such a shit for letting his work consume him, especially these last two weeks when filming ran over. But he knew he couldn’t devote the time to her that she deserved. He firmly believed that once he was finished with the movie completely, he could finally go to her and give her the proper attention she deserved.
And his Reagan definitely deserved proper attention. This girl…he was a goner for her. He could only hope like hell she felt exactly the same way.
“Do you want to go somewhere and talk once I get off work?” she asked, her voice careful, her expression wary. She still didn’t understand his true intentions and he needed to make them clear.
But not here. Not in public.
“How about we go back to your place?” he suggested.
“My place?”
“Yeah. We can talk privately there, right?”