He groans as his palm finds the back of my neck, locking me in place as he ravishes my mouth. I rub the palm of my hand against his cock. His kissing grows more uncontrolled as I make quick work of undoing his belt and zipper. Our tongues tangle together, stifling his moan as I slip a hand inside his pants. He sucks in a breath as I trace the tip of his cock. I swipe at the bead of arousal with my thumb before rubbing it in circles across his head.
He bites down on my bottom lip, drawing a metallic taste in my mouth.
I giggle to myself as I withdraw my hand and pull back. “How was that for proof?”
The hand around the back of my neck tightens, and his thumb presses against my thundering pulse point. His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. Goosebumps spread across my skin as he opens his blown-out eyes and turns them on me.
“I’m not entirely convinced.”
My lips part. “You’re so full of—”
I’m cut off as he hauls me over his shoulder, stealing me before I ever have a chance to run.
“Are you kidding me? We’re back to this again?” I pound my fists against his back.
He turns toward the stairs. “I want to conduct a more thorough observation.”
“Are you insane?”
“When it comes to you, that was never a question.”
I laugh as he carries me up the million steps. “You know I can walk right?”
“Acutely. That doesn’t mean I’ll let you.”
I laugh. “Why not?”
“You’re a flight risk.”
“Am not!”
“If I had it my way, you would wear an ankle monitor so I could always know where you are.”
My eyes widen. “That is absolutely terrifying.”
“Tell me about it. I’ve already looked into GPS chips for our child.”
Our child.Those two words seem to have my heart in a chokehold today.
“Thinking about becoming a father often?” I ask with a shaky voice.
“More than I should.”
The idea of him considering fatherhood doesn’t scare me as much as it should. I knew what I was getting into when I signed the deal, but it seems like such a contrast compared to the man who needed to be manipulated into shared custody rights.
Oh, Iris. What are you going to do now?
Declan seems to answer for me as he passes by my room without stopping. I cling to his shirt with sweaty palms, desperate for something to ground me as we enter his room.
My world turns right side up as he throws me onto the bed. I let out an oomph as my back slams into the mattress, and all the air is knocked out of me for a completely different reason than being flung. Declan’s hands grip onto my thighs as he drags me toward the edge of the bed. The material of my dress slides up, and the hem skates dangerously close to my underwear.
He stops and stares at me in a way that makes me feel like he is picking me apart, piece by piece. “Let’s play a game.”
“You and your damn games. I swear it’s like you were deprived of fun as a child.”
His lips twitch as he slides his palms up my thighs. They tremble beneath his touch, and I press them together to hide their shakiness.
“You’ll like this one. I promise.” He makes quick work of my sneakers and socks, and they thud against the carpet like stripped battle armor.