Chapter 55
Chapter 55
When her last class emptied out, she gathered her things and all but sprinted to her truck. Snow had been falling steadily all day, and she had to put the Jimmy into four–wheel–drive to make it out of the parking lot. Once back at The Spruce, she found Arthur in the dining room, repairing a tabletop he’d cracked on Sunday.
“Where’s Declan? I saw his truck in the garage p>
Arthur shrugged. “He was helping with the searches this afternoon. He might still be out there. Otherwise, he’s probably in his room. ”
Tessa turned and bounded up the stairs. One flight. Two flights. She hit the landing on silent feet and stalked down the hallway. She dropped her bag by her door, fished the heap of yarn out, and then pounded on Declan’s door.
A second later, it opened, revealing a sleep–mussed Declan. Tessa threw the yarn against his chest. He caught it, staring down in confusion. After a second, he looked up, comprehension in his eyes, something wicked in his smile.
“Where’d all this come from?” he asked innocently.
Before she even knew she was moving, Tessa was on him. He met her halfway, hauling her body hard against his as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked his head back. And then they were kissing–really kissing. It was as good as it had been in her dream. Better, because this time it was real. The taste of him, the touch of his lips, the feel of his big hands running down her back–it was all real. His heat sank into her like a series of timed explosions, making her hotter and hungrier and more out of her mind with each stroke of his tongue, each nip from his teeth, each squeeze of his hands.
Declan kicked his door shut and carried Tessa into his room.
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Suddenly, there was the bed, and she was on her back with Declan’s big body pinning her down. His mouth trailed fire from her ear to her throat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She twisted her fingers into his hair and tugged, making him growl. He nipped her throat and she gasped, hips arching against his. He brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her with hungry
desperation.
It was overwhelming. Tessa hadn’t been touched this way in so long–hadn’t felt desire like this for even longer. She felt every single sensation at once–the firm, hot press of his lips and tong scrape of his beard. The weight of his body. The strength hands and arms. The rise of his erection, pressed against n Instinctively, she shifted, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing the needy hot core of herself against the hardness of him. He worked his hips, thrusting that rigid length exactly where she needed it. White–hot pleasure lanced through her, and she tore her mouth from his with a sharp gasp. Declan sagged against her, panting for breath. The yarn was caught between them, a hopelessly tangled mess.
Still clinging to him with both arms and legs, Tessa lay still for a moment, catching her breath. Declan’s room was dim, but something about it seemed strange. Struggling to comprehend through the fog of lust, she looked around. Unlike the awkward L–shape of her room, with the slanted ceilings, Declan’s room was a perfect rectangle, with normal ceilings. He had a ledge beneath his window like she did, and he’d filled it with books, like she had. A big one at the end caught her eye, Montezuma.
Why did that seem familiar?
“Tessa?” Declan must’ve sensed her confusion. He eased off of her. The yarn stretched between them, tangled around both of their arms, looped around several of the buttons on Declan’s flannel. Tessa looked down and saw his quilt bunched beneath them. A blue and green pattern.
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It hit her like a gong–the dream. His room had looked exactly like this in her dream. Exactly like this.
Declan searched her face. “Shit,” he swore softly, pushing away from her entirely. He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to untangle the
yarn from his shirt.
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