“Fuck this,” he muttered, moving forward and grabbing both sides of her face, his mouth crashed down on hers, sparking every nerve ending in her body.
She gasped. His tongue took advantage and dipped in. Every hard part of his body molded to her softness, and she was spun, backed against the bed, and they fell on the mattress. Declan continued to kiss her feverishly. His hands roaming the contours of her body with desperation, fingers seeking the heat between her thighs and he stroked her wet folds, eliciting a moan from her.
A choked sound came from the back of his throat as he continued his exploration, one hand coming up, cupping a breast, squeezing, thumb flicking a nipple, and her whole body ignited.
He broke the kiss only to continue down her chin, her neck, and then lower. Wetness circled a nipple and Gabby couldn’t help arching up for more. Meanwhile a finger entered her, sliding in and out.
“You’re begging for me right here,” Declan murmured as he continued to pump his fingers into her sex as his mouth moved down to her belly.
Her fingers dug into the sheets, legs thrashing in anticipation. His tongue hit her core and jolted her spine. She grabbed his head to stop him.
“Dec, we shouldn’t.” Her voice came out breathless.
His answer was to lick her harder and faster. His tongue speared her entrance, causing her thighs to squeeze his head. Another moan escaped her mouth as heat built in her pelvis and she was squirming for that release … and then.
Pounding on the door.
The delicious lashing of his tongue stopped, and Dec’s head came up as he glanced in the direction of the interruption.
“Roarke in there?”
Theo.
“I’m going to kill that kid,” Declan growled softly.
A sheen of sweat bloomed over her skin as mortification hit her. Gabby scrambled to a sitting position, glaring at Declan between her spread thighs, their position a testament to how far the situation had gotten.
“Now what?” she whispered in panic, eyes wide.
“What do you want, kid?” Dec called out.
“Have to talk to you about tomorrow’s plans.”
“Tell Levi. I’m not your security anymore.”
“What?”
“Go ask Levi.”
Gabby already gathered her robe and was getting off the bed when Declan stopped her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“What are you doing in there with my sister?” Theo continued talking through the door.
“Declan will be out in a minute!” Gabby called.
“What are you guys doing in there?” the teenager insisted.
“That kid isn’t fucking serious,” Declan muttered. “Come here.” He pulled Gabby toward him and gave her a quick kiss. “We’re not finished.”
“Oh, yes, we are,” Gabby returned. “We can’t do this.”
“Roarke? Are you coming out?” Theo wasn’t going anywhere.
“Fucking kid.” Declan got off the bed and stalked toward the door, ignoring Gabby’s What do you think you’re doing?
He opened it a crack to speak to her brother. “Be with you in a minute. Go wait in the living room or be prepared to hear things you’d rather not.”
Theo made a gagging sound, but Gabby heard his footsteps filter away and made a dash for the bathroom, but Dec caught her around the waist.
“Dec!”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Gabby tipped her head toward the rumpled sheets. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
“That’s what you think? ‘Coz I seem to remember you moaning and pushing that pussy against my mouth.”
Her cheeks were on fire. “Don’t be crass.”
“Crass? You liked my dirty mouth, remember?” He surveyed her up and down. “I don’t think LA has turned you into a nun.”
“Don’t be hateful.”
The mocking in his eyes died and his gaze dropped to the floor. “We still haven’t talked about how to address my presence at the raid.”
“Consultant.”
His gaze snapped back to hers and a dark brow rose. “Of what?”
“I’ll figure something out or you can think of something.”
“I’ll run it by Levi and Kade.”
“Not Mr. G?”
A slow smile broke through his face. “Can’t get anything by you, can I, Angel?”
“I’d like to see you try.” She took a step toward the bathroom and nodded to the door. “Better see what Theo wants before he comes back … Dad.”
At his pained face, Gabby laughed. “I’m glad I have you to pawn him off to.”
“He doesn’t like me much,” he said it with a self-deprecating twist to his mouth, but there was a flash of frustration on his face.
Gabby didn’t know why she did it, but she couldn’t help bumping his shoulder gently with a fist. “He’ll come around.”
Declan sighed. “Not sure about that.” He smiled at her. “He likes you though.”