Page 62 of Vengeful Devotion
I smirk. Keeping a tight hold on my towel, I pluck a water bottle from the nightstand and hand it to her. She grabs it from me, drinking half of it in two gulps.
“Thanks.”
“What are you thinking for breakfast?”
She shrugs.
“Everything okay?”
Nodding slowly, she bites her lip. Her attention has refocused on my bare chest. The way she’s looking at me has my cock hardening. Again. This girl is going to be the death of me. She’ll be the bullet that sends me straight to hell. Fuck if I care. I’m just happy to be along for the ride.
I move out of her sight line, breaking the spell and hand her the room service menu.
“Pick anything you want, wildflower. I’m going to get dressed.”
She takes it from me, still dazed. I walk back into the bathroom, leaving the door open. After all, I’ve seen most of her. It’s only fair that she gets to see me… If she wants to.
I feel her eyes on me as I drop my towel, my back to her. For a split second, I consider putting my briefs on before turning around, just to toy with her. But the curiosity is too much for me to fight.
So, I turn. I pretend like I don’t hear her gasp. But it only makes my dick grow harder. How amazing would it feel to be inside her when she’s making that sound? When she’s calling out for me?Fuck.I have got to stop working myself up. She’s nowhere near ready to go there.
I pull on my briefs, looking up just in time to catch her staring. She blushes when I wink at her before turning to finish getting dressed.
Gemma sits on the bed, quietly thumbing through the menu as I approach.
“Anything good?” I ask, fastening the last button on my shirt.
“Not really.”
I sit down and take her hand, lazily drawing circles on the back of her palm. The spark between us is a welcome feeling after hours of not touching her. Our eyes meet and I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever. Peace.
The way my soul quiets around her is something I’ve never experienced. She soothes my demons. With her, I’m home.
My phone vibrates, the rattling sound demolishing our moment. I could kill the person on the other end of that call right now. Stalking over to the dresser, I see Vivi’s name on the screen. But that only lowers my irritation a little.
“What?”
“Come home, now.”
“Excuse me?”
“How could you not tell me, Declan?”
My anger rises at her seething tone.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t play stupid, asshole. Get the fuck home.”
“Vivi,” I say through clenched teeth. “Watch how you speak to me.”
She laughs. “That’s rich coming from you. The dickhead who lied about not knowing who killed our father.”
My blood runs cold. She knows. I feel my heart stop in my chest. Fuck. I hope she didn’t tell mom.
“I’m coming home.”
I hang up without waiting for a reply.
