Someone I Used to Know - By Blakney Francis Page 0,85

of my abdomen, and my knees wobbled so severely I might have fallen over if Declan hadn’t been pressing me into the sink.

His face lit up, tugging the right side of his smile higher than the other.

“I think I just found one of your secret spots, Ms. Adair.”

I felt silly for blushing, and even sillier for the lightness that still floated through my head.

“Secret spot?”

“You know, those particular areas that get you all worked up. I mean, other than the obvious ones, of course…Like how it drives me crazy when you bite my ear, or there’s this one spot on my jaw that makes me want to lose it every time you even breathe on it.” His expression held a smidge of bewilderment. “I thought you’d figured that one out. You always go to it.”

I shrugged lightly with a tiny grin, a little proud at my unknowing accomplishment. “I just like your birthmark. It’s sexy.”

“So no one else has ever kissed you like that – on the corner of your mouth like I just did?” Something was building in his eyes. Something I couldn’t understand, but seemed important, like I should know. I was staring down a freight train, watching it barrel towards me, unable to stop what was coming.

I looked down in denial. “I think I’d remember it if they had.”

My chin was suddenly jerked up, and I met his blazing eyes full on. Whatever had been building momentum when he asked me the question, had exploded, lighting up their silvery depths.

“Don’t ever let anybody else kiss you there,” he commanded in a calm voice that didn’t match the fireworks I saw in his gaze.

Umm, excuse me? I wanted to tell him to fuck off. He had no right to tell me what to do. But there was something about the way he said it, or maybe it was the way he was staring at me that at least made me curious in the request.

I tilted my head to the side, as if seeing him from a different angle would help explain.

“Why?”

“I just want it to be mine,” he said simply.

He stared down at me with so much honesty, I had to fight the urge to look away. My heart was swelling in my chest until I wasn’t sure if there was enough of me to contain it. It was impenetrable to jabs, as I desperately tried to pop it. I wanted to purge myself of it – of him – of feeling anything at all.

But as much as I hated what was happening inside of me, I couldn’t deny him, pulling our mouths together and nodding into his lips. No one else would ever kiss me there. That secret spot would always belong to Declan Davies, even if none of the rest of me ever did.

He kissed me slowly, bending me backwards, cradled in his arms until the back of my head was pressed into the mirror and I was half seated on the sink.

God, I could kiss him all day.

The thought jarred me. It was only one of the many warnings signs I could no longer ignore. It had happened so slowly, each small movement forward, tricking me with its insignificance, until I found myself caring deeply for this man, looking around with no idea how I’d gotten there.

Separating only our lips, his forehead rested on mine as he spoke softly, “Where are you right now?”

I nipped his bottom lip to prove that I was right here with him and not lost to my worries.

He didn’t give in to me, waiting for an answer I’d never give.

“I know a way to get your attention.” His accent only grew more pronounced as a dangerous look split across his face.

The symphony of emotions that smile evoked almost made me miss the sneaky dart of his eyes towards the shower only a step away from us.

“Oh no you don’t.” I clamped both hands on the ceramic beneath me. There was no way he was getting me into that shower. Not in the middle of the day when an AD could come call him to set at any moment. He’d have to drag me kicking and screaming.

“Oh yes I do.”

I saw my mistake then, as his face grew exuberant at my challenge. I really never stood a chance as he overpowered me easily. That didn’t mean I didn’t put up a hell of a fight though, wiggling against him (which only made things worse, inviting both our libidos to the party)