It feels just like that first night we met, when we crashed into each other at Opal and Oak. Even though she was wearing a mask, her beauty just about knocked me on my ass. But she’s just as gorgeous and alluring on the inside. As we dance among the raindrops, I’m more convinced than ever that we were supposed to meet, that something like fate brought us back together here in Denver.

And I’m done resisting it.

I lean down to kiss her, and she meets me halfway. I swear I feel sparks fly when our lips touch, and the whole world fades away as I lose myself in the feeling of her soft, full lips moving against mine.

When we break apart, she looks up at me with her eyes on fire. “Now take me inside.”

35. Hannah

Chapter 35

Hannah

We stumble into Declan’s condo together, soaking wet and tangled up in each other’s arms. But even through it all, our lips stay locked, and our kissing is getting more heated and frantic as our hands tear across each other’s bodies, picking and pulling at each other’s clothes in a desperate attempt to peel the wet and sticky articles off.

I don’t know how we make it without incident, but somehow, we get to Declan’s bedroom without a fall, and as we keep kissing and stripping each other down, Declan pulls back to take my face in both his hands. “Are you feeling okay for this?”

“Better than okay,” I insist and kiss him again, but he stops me one more time.

“Alright. But you’re in charge.”

I grin at his words as heat spreads inside me. “Oh, I’m in charge, huh?”

“Yes.”

Declan nods to emphasize the point, still holding my face in his hands. My mind races with possibilities and excitement. It’s usually the other way around, so while I’m a little unsure about how to lead, it’s overridden by how hot the idea is.

“Okay. Then strip off the rest of your clothes and get on the bed. Now.” I point at the bed to show him I’m not playing around, and he lifts his eyebrows at me for a second before he smirks devilishly and tears off the last of his clothes so fast it’s hard to keep up.

He stands completely naked in front of me, his cock already at attention, like he’s waiting for me to inspect and approve of him. He’s always sexy, but there’s something about seeing his chiseled, rain-shining body—and this surprisingly submissive side of him—that’s really getting me going.

“You heard me. On the bed.” Declan climbs onto the bed and sits with his back against the headboard, watching me and waiting for my next command. “Don’t move.”