The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(103)

She smiled. “Him?”

“The guy you were speaking to.”

“I’m surprised you noticed.” She cocked her head to the side. “Is that … jealousy that I hear?”

I knew what she was trying to do, and I wasn’t going to fall for it. “I saw you two on my way to the restroom, Hannah. I wasn’t looking for you.”

Her teeth ran across her lip in a way that I couldn’t look away from.

“Are you sure about that, Declan?”

Damn it.

She thought she could push me.

That she could control this conversation.

She should know better than that.

She knew my reputation. She knew what I was capable of in the courtroom.

“I’m not just sure,” I said. “I’m positive.”

“Then, why do you appear bothered by it?”

“I’m not.”

“Do you want to know who he is?”

I laughed. “No. I don’t care.”

She shrugged. “Too bad, I’m going to tell you anyway. He’s one of my study partners and good friends and also happens to be gay—so there’s no reason to get all butt hurt.”

Fuck, she had a mouth on her.

A mouth I wanted wrapped around my cock.

“That changes nothing,” I told her.

She shifted positions, her shoulder now pressed against the wall, her hand on her hip, her smile reaching all the way to her eyes. “You know, it’s funny. You told me earlier that if we had met under different circumstances, I’d be going home with you tonight. But, from the way you’re looking at me right now, those circumstances seem to have changed.”

“They haven’t.”

“No?” She fingered a piece of her hair after brushing it off her face. “It sure feels that way.”

“It’s the booze that’s giving you that assumption.”

“No, Declan, it’s you.” She repositioned herself again, this time the jacket of her suit opening, showing me the tank she wore underneath. It was red and lacy. Fuck me, that was hot. “And there’s no doubt in my mind that you want me.”

I took a step toward her.

At this point, I didn’t know why I was fighting it.

She was right, I did want her.

And there was no way I could leave this bar without tasting her.

But that taste was going to be on my terms.

I took one more pace toward her until our bodies were only breaths apart and I raised my arm, placing my palm against the wall above her head. “Is this what you want, Hannah?” I paused, waiting. “Is this what you’ve been goading me to do?”

“Yes.”

“You want my lips …”

Her teeth skimmed her bottom lip, this time a slow, painful scrape. “Yes.”

I gripped her face with my other hand, holding her cheeks steady, aiming her mouth up to mine. “But you’re forgetting something.”

“And that is?”

“I mentored you today.”

She searched my eyes. “How does that matter?”

“When you’re in my shoes, Hannah—and one day soon, you will be—it’ll matter.”

She exhaled, the scent of her breath so sweet and enticing. “Interesting …”

“How so?”

Her teeth left her lip, but her tongue was there, licking back and forth. “My gut is telling me you’re dying to kiss me. That you’re using today’s little classroom pop-in as an excuse.” Her gaze intensified. “Declan, you shouldn’t need an excuse.”

This wasn’t an excuse.

This was foreplay.

And I couldn’t get enough of our banter.

“Do you know what my gut is telling me?” As I took in her face, my dick turned so fucking hard. “That you can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like if I were inside you.” I tightened my grip on her cheeks. “Your pussy is craving me.” I moved to her ear and whispered, “You don’t have to say a word, I can see the answer on your face.” I slid my fingers down to her chest, holding the spot above her heart. “I can feel it.”

I leaned back several inches, our eyes connecting.

“Do you want to know what I see?” she asked.

My stare replied to her, my voice didn’t.

“That you’re seconds away from devouring me,” she continued.

One taste.

And then I would never see this law student again.

I didn’t wait.

I closed the distance between us and the moment our mouths touched, something inside me exploded.

A feeling I wasn’t expecting.

One that was so goddamn powerful, it reached all the way to my fucking toes.

Something told me she was experiencing the same because her body became limp, enough so that I held her up, pushing her against the wall.

Her breathing sped up, her hands went to my stomach, touching my abs, grasping like she needed to hold on. “Declan …”

My fingers went to her sides, clutching, dragging her against me. My breath came out in pants, my tongue slowly making its way into her mouth.

She was a taste I wanted to savor.

A flavor I’d never had before.

I wanted more.