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“What’s that?”

His voice drops lower, and his thumb brushes over my jaw again. “That you don’t want me to leave you alone.”

Well, looks like I’m going to have to figure out what to do with a human penis again.

I need to call Thea and go in for a therapy check-in.

Immediately.

She won’t mind if I text her tonight even.

His thumb slides over my jaw again, and the soft friction makes my belly swoop.

Okay, I need to call Thea first thingtomorrow.

“No,” I say softly. “I don’t.”

His hand slides from my cheek to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, and then he says that word again.

“Good.”

CHAPTER 15

DECLAN

I kissher softly at first but quickly deepen it as she moans against my mouth and parts her lips.

Our tongues meet, and her flavor explodes on my taste buds like I just took a sip of the most decadent dessert wine.

My other hand comes up to cup her head, holding her in place as I walk her back to the porch steps.

One of her hands slides into my hair as she steps up onto the bottom step, putting her at a better height for us to press closer. With this added height, she is able to arch against me, and I relish the feel of her breasts against my chest and her hips pressing into mine.

“Declan,” she says with a little whimper, and her fingers tighten in my hair.

Fuck, I love that. “Right here. Not going anywhere.”

She licks along my bottom lip, and fire shoots through my veins.

“Okay, maybe inside,” I murmur, nudging her up the steps. I need a firm surface to press her against. Immediately.

She steps up, but her heel catches on the third step, and she stumbles. My hands drop to her hips, steadying her. I also have to pull my mouth from hers.

“I hate these damned steps,” I say.

“Of course you do. They’re not perfect,” she says, her mouth tipped up at the corner.

“They’re definitely not,” I agree. The third is at least two inches higher than the rest, and the fifth is somehow shorter, and they’re all crooked.

“But you still managed to get into my house and into my business.”

I nod. “I absolutely did. No apologies.”

She laughs softly. “I’m shocked.”

I grip her hips a little tighter. “And I want to be inside your house again tonight.”

Her pupils dilate, and she steps up the next step, not missing it this time. I follow.