She starts to work her clit slowly, her head tossing and turning on the bed, and I can’t fucking take it anymore. I shuck my clothes and pull another condom from my wallet to roll it on before I crawl onto the bed, hovering over her. When my lips find hers, I kiss her and she moans into my mouth as the head of my cock grazes her slick entrance.

“I need you,” she whispers, digging her fingertips into the muscles of my back.

“I need you too,” I growl back and push into her, turning her breathing into a sharp exhale of pleasure. She clenches around me, squeezing me tight, and I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

Because it’s perfect. Every fucking time.

30. Hannah

Chapter 30

Hannah

I lie on the bed, all tangled up in Declan’s arms with my chest moving gently up and down against his. Our breathing is almost perfectly synced, and I can feel his heart softly thudding behind his ribs.

He’s facing me and watching me with an adoring look in his beautiful, gold-flecked eyes that makes my pulse flutter. Smiling, he reaches out to drag a fingertip all the way from my forearm up to my face, where he traces the outline of my jaw.

“Goddamn. If this is going to happen every time, maybe you should text me dirty things more often.”

I laugh. “I definitely should.”

“Oh!” He sits up abruptly, his handsome features lighting up. “I brought something over for you.”

He rolls off the bed and starts rummaging around in his clothes, but I have no idea what he’s doing or what he’s looking for. After a moment, he stands up, holding his hands behind his back as if he’s hiding something in them.

“Close your eyes,” he says as he gets closer.

It feels kind of silly, but I indulge him anyway. I hear his soft footsteps approaching, then he sets something made of a scratchy fabric on my bare stomach.

“Open them.”

My eyes flutter open, and I gaze down at what looks like a large purple thimble. There are two small cut outs on either side. I pick it up and turn it around between my fingers to try to figure out what it is, and Declan chuckles.

“It’s a hat for Ralph. It’s getting cold outside, and we don’t want her catching a cold.”

My jaw drops. I sit up to look him in the eye, holding up the hat. “Wait, you made this?”

He shrugs. “Yeah. Like I told you, I like crocheting. And it seems like she and I were bonding the other day, so I thought a little gift might seal the deal.”

“It’s adorable,” I say, my voice soft.