“The whole weekend?”
“I should be back Sunday night. I guess it’s a good thing you got that job, or you’d be stuck here all weekend on your own.”
“I requested the weekend off.”
“Why did you do that?”
“It’s my birthday weekend.”
“What?” Deklan’s eyes go wide. “Are you serious? Fuck, Kera—I had no idea. I never…well, shit. I never even asked you when your birthday was.”
“Saturday,” I say with a shrug. “It’s no big deal. I can occupy myself for a couple of days.”
“I’m so sorry, babe. I’ll make it up to you. We can go out tonight or when I get back—wherever you want. Dinner, movie…anything.”
“It’s okay.” It’s not, but I’m trying not to get angry. I never mentioned my birthday, so I can hardly blame Dek for not knowing it was so soon. “We can do something when you get back. Where are you going?”
“Chicago.”
“Why?”
“Don’t ask too many questions, babe. You know I’m not going to give you the details. I will make it up to you though—promise.”
He pulls me close to him again, kissing me gently and stroking my cheek.
“Let me make you dinner for a change,” he says. “I don’t cook as well as you do, but I didn’t starve before you were here, either.”
“You wouldn’t poison a girl before she’s even legal to drink, would you?”
“Nah.” Deklan grins and kisses me again. “Maybe I’ll even give you a glass of wine before I lure you to my bed. You young ones are easy to manipulate.”
I struggle playfully in his grasp, calling him a jerk as he wrestles me against the counter and shoves his hand down the front of my leggings. My muscles rebel against me when his fingers reach the right spot, and he slowly circles as he holds me upright.
“You’re already wet,” he says. “Have you been thinking about me on the way home?”
“Always,” I say, breathless. “You always leave me wanting you.”
“I try.” He captures my mouth with his, kissing me deeply as his fingers slide inside my body. He twists and turns them until I moan into his mouth.
“Forget dinner,” I say as I push against his chest. “Let’s just go to bed.”
Deklan grins as he swoops down and lifts me up off the floor. He tosses me over his shoulder as I squeal and then hauls me to the bedroom.
I don’t even know what happens to my clothes. They just seem to fall to the ground along with Deklan’s as his mouth and tongue demand all my attention. He throws me backward onto the bed, and is immediately on top of me, pushing my legs apart and entering me swiftly as I cry out and grasp his shoulders. He grabs my wrists and holds them above his head, immobilizing me.
I let my head drop back against the mattress and just let myself feel for a moment. My skin tingles everywhere he touches me. I arch up when he runs his tongue over my nipples and then blows cool air across them and pull my knees up, allowing him better access as he drives into me in a slow, comfortable rhythm.
My heart pounds. My breathing is labored, and my muscles are tight. I’m already close when he suddenly pulls out.
“Aargh!” I cry in protest. “Don’t stop.”
“Roll over.” Deklan releases my wrists and grins down at me.
He leans back on his heels, grabs me by the hips, and pulls me over until I’m on my stomach. He snakes a hand under me and pulls me up on my hands and knees.
“Spread those legs for me. There you go…” Deklan runs his hands over my thighs, pushing my legs a little farther apart. He grips my hips and pulls me back against his hard cock, rubbing it between my legs. Sliding his hands up my sides and around to the front, he pulls lightly at my nipples, and I moan. “You like that, baby?”
“So far.” I don’t know how I feel about being in this position. We’ve always faced each other before—either him or me on top, but never like this.