Page 8

DECLAN

“ F inn, keep an eye on Con at the bar. I’m just going to check if your room is ready yet at reception,” I call out as I slide my sunglasses back over my eyes and get up off the lounge chair.

Finn has made it clear he isn’t staying in the same room as Conan. And the resort didn’t have both of their rooms ready when we arrived.

Some sort of mix-up with a brother and sister needing two rooms, not one.

Makes sense. I won’t stay with my siblings either.

As I head in, I’m greeted by the young receptionist, offering me a bright smile as she wiggles her fingers at me.

I flash her a grin, but something catches my eye moving out the front through the windows.

I hold up my finger.

“I’ll be back in one minute,” I tell her, intrigue getting the better of me.

The closer I get, I blink, pushing my sunglasses to the top of my head.

Is that?

The electric doors open as I jog outside.

“Like a pretty little thing like you could hurt me,” the short man laughs, and rage consumes me.

As I step forward, the dark-haired woman grabs him by the neck and puts him in a headlock.

I’m too stunned to move.

In awe but panic and confusion, too.

In one swift move, she jabs her hand into his arm, making him release his grip on her purse, and I swear to God, his body goes limp.

I quietly take a step forward. She knows what she’s doing.

“Fucking men,” she mutters, and I try not to laugh.

Her sweet voice. Her dainty yet athletic figure.

She drops him down on the ground with a sigh. When he starts to groan, I step closer.

Lifting my foot to hold him in place by the throat, but as I do, I see her clenched fist—hurtling straight towards my dick.

She lands it before I can protect myself.

“Fuck,” I cry out. Doubling over, I grab hold of my manhood for dear life.

The pain.

It’s in every vein, muscle, and bone. All of me.

I suck in a breath through my teeth.

“What the fuck?” I hiss.

Still unable to stand up. It’s throbbing. My dick has a pulse in the worst possible circumstance.

Why is that kind of hot?

“Oh, shit. Are you okay?”

Her voice soothes me.

She spins to face me and she steals all the breath from my lungs.

Magnificent.

Her big, round, deep blue eyes captivate me. A perfect contrast to her pale skin and jet black hair that blends into a deep purple in the curls at the end. Unique, yet stunning.

The air around us crackles. Time goes slow.

If I wasn’t turned on already watching her beat that guy’s ass, I sure am now.

Husky, well-spoken, a twinge of an accent I can’t place. Almost American but not quite.

I cough, clearing my throat, and stand upright.

Those damn eyes.

Thick black lashes and the dark eyeliner just draws more attention to those pools of deep blue.

I’m fucking lost in them.

“Sir, are you okay?”

The sternness in her voice makes my cock twitch, and damn it, it hurts.

She just punched me in the dick. Yet, the way the word “sir” rolls off her pretty lips is captivating.

A twisted smirk appears as I look her up and down. A black bikini top, just about covering her full breasts, a toned stomach, but her ass is covered by the skirt. Dammit.

I take a step towards her and take a deep breath. Vanilla. Sweet. Of course she is.

“I’m fine.”

I loom over her, my height emphasized by the way she tilts her head back, one eyebrow arching in curiosity.

And when she bites that glossy bottom lip, I lose it but keep my hands stuck to my sides so I don’t touch her. I can’t help but notice the beautifully intricate ink that spans her forearm. I wonder what else she is hiding?

“You want some ice for that?” Her eyes glance down at my crotch and then back up to me.

And just like that, my heart flutters. The hell is happening to me?

“Ice? I don’t think I need that. Maybe something warmer and wet?”

I lick my lips, and she does the same.

“Something that will get you absolutely soaking?”

Jesus Christ.

“Yes. The wetter the better.” I wink at her.

She twirls her black curl around her finger. In the light, I can see the strands of deep purple shining through, her nails pointy and sparkling silver.

Everything about her is hot as sin.

She taps on her lips with her pointy nails.

“Come with me?” she offers.

A playful grin stretches across her face as she holds out her open palm to me.

The second I slide my hand in hers, the air around me crackles, and a bolt of something sharp shoots up my arm, to the point I almost flinch.

She feels it too. She frowns and looks down at our interlocked fingers.

I let her lead the way, sneaking a view of her ass as she walks.

“You fight, I take it? Martial arts of some kind?”

“Umm. A mixture of a few.”

I have visions of her snaking herself around me and taking me down to have her wicked way with me.

She pushes open the doors to reception and then takes the first door on the right.

The aromatic smell of chlorine almost makes me cough.

As we get to the second set, she stops, spins to face me, and pushes on my chest so my back hits against the wall.

Her nails drag down my abs and I let out a groan.

I lean down and hover my lips over hers.

I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman so badly in my life.

She brushes her nose along my stubble and her warm breath beats against my ear.

“Have fun in the Jacuzzi. You’ll get nice and warm and absolutely soaking in there. Should fix you up nice.”

I blink a few times. A chuckle escapes me, a soft, rumbling sound that feels good in my chest.

As she brushes her hair away from her shoulder, a sharp intake of breath escapes her lips when I gently lick her earlobe.

“I know for a fact what I actually want is soaking for me. I can smell your desire from here.”

“We can’t always get what we want in life, pretty boy.” She smacks my ass, making me jump, and steps back.

Adjusting myself in my shorts, I pin her against the wall. My fingers snake around her throat, and her eyes go wide.

Yet she smiles. A deadly grin.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Why? You need it to add to the list of women who have rejected you?”

I tighten my grip.

“You would be the only one on that list.”

Her fingers delicately trail up my chest, and then she grabs my throat. Putting just the right amount of pressure on each side.

Pressing my nose against hers, we stare into each other’s eyes.

“I can feel your heart racing, pretty boy. Rejection turns you on?”

I laugh.

“This is rejection? I can see your nipples through your bra. I bet if I slide my hand under that skirt, I’d find exactly what I’m looking for. Warm and soaking. All for me to feast on.”

I swear a little moan escapes her lips.

Just imagining her screaming my name in my ear has my dick twitching so painfully.