neck. Holy cow. This was a kiss. A deep, penetrating, all consuming kiss. Standing on her tiptoes she clung to him and met his hungry desire with aggressive, demanding strokes of her own. Need, stark and raw, fired through her as she allowed him to devour her.
Hell, she welcomed it.
Declan kissed her, licked and suckled her lips, like a man getting water after a drought. He had a drought of sorts didn’t he? So had she. A life void of passion and desire. She may not have been trapped in a mirror, but Maggie had put herself in her own kind of prison.
Not anymore.
His hand drifted down to her shoulders and she moaned into his mouth as his talented fingers fluttered over the sensitive skin of her throat. Maggie tangled her fingers in his hair and let out a moan of discontent when Declan broke the kiss. Breathing rapidly and struggling to find her voice, Maggie licked her swollen lips. The ones he’d kissed raw. She was about to ask him why he stopped when Declan pulled the chain off over her head and swiftly deposited it around his own neck.
Her face heated with a mixture of anger and embarrassment as Declan winked at her and strode out of the kitchen.
“You son of a bitch,” she seethed.
Maggie stormed after him, but he didn’t turn around. The arrogant guy kept right on walking to her bedroom. Fine. She could yell at him with or without him looking at her.
“You kissed me so you could steal back the necklace?” Pure outrage edged her words. “I’ve heard of sleazy moves but that one takes the cake. Well, that is the last time you’ll be doing that with me, mister.”
What a lie, she thought.
Declan stopped in front of the mirror and stared into it.
“Ya have me wrong, Maggie.” Declan caught her gaze with his reflection and winked. “I kissed ya ’cause I wanted to, but I took the amulet ’cause I needed to. It’s the source of my power in the mortal realm, and like I told ya I’ll be needin’ it to go to the fae dimension.”
“You could have asked me for it,” Maggie said firmly. “You didn’t have to pretend to want me and make me think you... ”
“I do want ya, lass. There was no pretendin’.” His voice was low and gruff and it sent a zing of desire straight to her core. “I’ve not had a woman in more years than a man can count. Aye, I kissed that lovely mouth to distract ya, but also ’cause it’s all I’ve been able to think of since I set eyes on ya. And lord help me it will not be the last. Me father always said if ya can find a lass who’s brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.”
Maggie’s mouth opened and closed as she stormed over to him and stammered like a babbling idiot while trying to formulate a response. No one had ever spoken to her about sex with such outright, brazen directness, and she didn’t know if she was offended or turned on.
Nope. That was a lie. Maggie was totally turned on.
She stopped next to him and put her hands on her hips while giving him a furious look. Before she could utter a word Declan linked one strong arm around her waist and yanked her against him as he planted a firm, hot kiss on her mouth. Maggie gasped and her hands clung to his shoulders.
“Time to fulfill that second wish,” Declan murmured softly.
Panic raced through Maggie’s mind. She wanted to go with him, but she wasn’t ready. What she really desired more than anything else was time alone with Declan. Time to find out if that kiss, the one she still felt on her lips, and all those words he uttered, were for real.
“Wait,” she shouted. “I wish I had the amulet back, and that you can’t have it until I give it to you.”
Declan stilled, his arms tightened around her and a deadly expression covered his face. Holy crap. She could not believe she said that. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
His silvery, gray eyes narrowed as he swore under his breath as the amulet around his neck glowed green. In a blinding flash
Hell, she welcomed it.
Declan kissed her, licked and suckled her lips, like a man getting water after a drought. He had a drought of sorts didn’t he? So had she. A life void of passion and desire. She may not have been trapped in a mirror, but Maggie had put herself in her own kind of prison.
Not anymore.
His hand drifted down to her shoulders and she moaned into his mouth as his talented fingers fluttered over the sensitive skin of her throat. Maggie tangled her fingers in his hair and let out a moan of discontent when Declan broke the kiss. Breathing rapidly and struggling to find her voice, Maggie licked her swollen lips. The ones he’d kissed raw. She was about to ask him why he stopped when Declan pulled the chain off over her head and swiftly deposited it around his own neck.
Her face heated with a mixture of anger and embarrassment as Declan winked at her and strode out of the kitchen.
“You son of a bitch,” she seethed.
Maggie stormed after him, but he didn’t turn around. The arrogant guy kept right on walking to her bedroom. Fine. She could yell at him with or without him looking at her.
“You kissed me so you could steal back the necklace?” Pure outrage edged her words. “I’ve heard of sleazy moves but that one takes the cake. Well, that is the last time you’ll be doing that with me, mister.”
What a lie, she thought.
Declan stopped in front of the mirror and stared into it.
“Ya have me wrong, Maggie.” Declan caught her gaze with his reflection and winked. “I kissed ya ’cause I wanted to, but I took the amulet ’cause I needed to. It’s the source of my power in the mortal realm, and like I told ya I’ll be needin’ it to go to the fae dimension.”
“You could have asked me for it,” Maggie said firmly. “You didn’t have to pretend to want me and make me think you... ”
“I do want ya, lass. There was no pretendin’.” His voice was low and gruff and it sent a zing of desire straight to her core. “I’ve not had a woman in more years than a man can count. Aye, I kissed that lovely mouth to distract ya, but also ’cause it’s all I’ve been able to think of since I set eyes on ya. And lord help me it will not be the last. Me father always said if ya can find a lass who’s brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.”
Maggie’s mouth opened and closed as she stormed over to him and stammered like a babbling idiot while trying to formulate a response. No one had ever spoken to her about sex with such outright, brazen directness, and she didn’t know if she was offended or turned on.
Nope. That was a lie. Maggie was totally turned on.
She stopped next to him and put her hands on her hips while giving him a furious look. Before she could utter a word Declan linked one strong arm around her waist and yanked her against him as he planted a firm, hot kiss on her mouth. Maggie gasped and her hands clung to his shoulders.
“Time to fulfill that second wish,” Declan murmured softly.
Panic raced through Maggie’s mind. She wanted to go with him, but she wasn’t ready. What she really desired more than anything else was time alone with Declan. Time to find out if that kiss, the one she still felt on her lips, and all those words he uttered, were for real.
“Wait,” she shouted. “I wish I had the amulet back, and that you can’t have it until I give it to you.”
Declan stilled, his arms tightened around her and a deadly expression covered his face. Holy crap. She could not believe she said that. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
His silvery, gray eyes narrowed as he swore under his breath as the amulet around his neck glowed green. In a blinding flash
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