CHAPTER ONE #2
When I jumped down from the last branch, he steadied me with his hands on my waist. For a minute, it seemed that we couldn’t look away from each other. Then he gave me a little squeeze, dropped his hands, and stepped back. “We should go.”
As we walked over, I noticed the moonlight shining on his tanned skin looked almost magical like he was some sort of fairy king come to whisk me away to a different realm. A really fucking tall fairy king.
Jeez. I’d been reading too many romantasies lately.
“Why’d they send you to get me?” I asked, looking down and stepping carefully over the roots of the many old oak trees scattered through the yard.
“It was my idea,” he looked up at the moon. “And they said I was the only one who could convince you to come.”
My lips parted as I took that information in with a slight frown.
“Oh.”
He glanced down at me. “Wills?”
“Yeah?”
“Remind me again why you hate me?”
I looked up sharply, tripped over a root, and found myself in his arms as he caught me to keep me from hitting the ground.
I settled against his hard chest and sighed.
“Do you really want to go there tonight?”
“Yeah,” he said, not putting me down. “I do.”
“Fine,” I groaned, not really wanting to rehash a conversation we’d had dozens of times already.
“It all started when you put those bugs in my room when I was seven.”
He heaved out a sigh. “God, Wills. They were ladybugs. I thought you’d think they were pretty.”
“Bugs are bugs when they’re crawling all over you, dumbass.”
“Good point.”
We walked along in silence for a short moment, before he surprised me by grabbing me and pushing me back against the nearest big tree trunk.
“What are you doing?” I asked, craning my neck around and looking at the dock.
“They can’t see us, darlin’,” he assured me. “But does it matter that much if they could?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
He looked at me, his blue eyes intense even in the moonlight. “When are we going to tell them, Willa?” He moved in close. His face was only about three inches from mine, and he was staring at my lips. I could feel the heat of his body against mine as he took another step closer.
“Tell them what, exactly?” My voice came out all breathy, and I was starting to breathe harder. His proximity was killing me. In a good way. In a way I wished wouldn’t happen between us. But it always did.
“That you’re mine.” He dragged those eyes off my lips and moved them up to mine.
“Declan,” I protested, wishing he’d move back a bit so I couldn’t feel the huge bulge in his pants that let me know just how much he wanted me. “It was supposed to be a one-time thing.”
One corner of his mouth ticked up, and his eyes got darker. “You can’t call it that when we’ve been fucking every damn chance we get for the past two years.”
I sighed and relaxed, letting him lean that tall, broad body against mine.
As usual, it fit like we were puzzle pieces.
Damn sexy puzzle pieces. He grinned, dipping down to kiss my neck and let his lips, hot enough to burn my skin, trail lightly down into my cleavage.
I pushed him back a little, suddenly remembering why I was out here.
“I thought we were going to hang out with everybody.”
He kept kissing my chest, getting closer and closer to my breasts, which is what I knew he wanted. Among other things.
“Oh, darlin’, I think maybe the two of us should just ‘hang out’ instead.” He thrust his cock against my core suggestively, and I knew I’d give in. Again.
I didn’t want anyone to know that I had asked Declan to take my virginity two years ago.
I’d been twenty-one and more than ready to get it over with.
Of course, I’d only been truly ready after I’d finally broken up with my boyfriend who had claimed he wanted to wait for sex until we were married.
That had been cool and all until I’d found him in bed with one of the hot cheerleaders from his NFL team.
Declan hadn’t needed too much persuasion.
But then something happened I couldn’t explain.
And that something is that we hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other ever since.
And right now? With the moon shining down on us, the smells and sounds of a Southern summer night lighting up my senses, and the one body I couldn’t ever get enough of making me hot enough to come even though we were still clothed?
I let my head loll back against the tree trunk and said, “Fuck it.”
I hooked my leg around his waist, pulling him as close as we could get when we weren’t naked.
“Oh, I intend to,” he said in his deep, low voice, giving me a devilish grin and a wink before thrusting against my core, digging his hands in my hair, and slamming his lips on mine.
This, I thought, was the problem. I was addicted to Declan Whittaker.
My mortal enemy. It was a truth I had to acknowledge.
But as his lips and hands traveled all over my heated body, I couldn’t help but wonder…
how the hell had this happened? I knew all actions had consequences, but this?
Having a secret, and freaking hot, relationship with the frenemy from next door? I had never seen it coming.
More than Enemies