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literally drowning in his own image.
Shaking her head as he began to lean closer, Melanie placed her hand against his muscular chest and pushed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Hearing the mounting hysteria in her voice swept Melanie closer to true panic.
Declan slowed his forward progression, his dark blond brows crinkling at her while his eyes glittered like diamonds on a cold winter's day.
"All the times I must have looked at you like this and you're just now asking me?"
She shook her head again, more wild and emphatic than before. "It's not like you did out in the terminal. That made me--"
Not wanting to remember how she had felt like something Declan needed to scrape off his shoe, she swallowed down the rest of her explanation.
"You're looking at me like you look at you."
Confusion corkscrewed his features.
"In the mirror!" Her other hand joined her first to rest against his chest. She didn't push as she had before, his bewildered state contagious.
"Oh," he smiled absently, his brows lifting. "What mirror?"
"On set!" she growled. Was he being intentionally obtuse? Was tormenting her his in-flight entertainment? Didn't they have a damn movie he could watch instead?!
"You're talking about when we're both standing in front of it...like yesterday?"
The grin edging his lips whipped through her. Suddenly the angry heat that had built in her chest was nothing more than a flickering candle in the wind compared to the inferno that roared and danced between her thighs at his smile.
How many times had she brushed off his interest in the mirror's reflection as nothing more than the self-absorbed preening of a male -- thinking he was no better than the muscle-bound morons lined up at the gym insisting they had to keep their eyes on their reflections to make sure their form was perfect?
A dozen times or dozens of times?
The dream on the flight into Denver plucked at the fine hairs on the back of her neck. Had she subconsciously known all along?
Not possible, not fucking possible...
She pushed at his chest, shaking her head. "I don't know whether you just like being cruel or you think this is the perfect way to get back at your da...at Sir Roger or maybe you just think you need to put me in my place."
"You're already perfectly positioned," he mused, the dreamy quality of his voice making her shrink further into the loveseat's padding.
"Positioned for what?" she demanded to know.
"This." Sneaking his hand between her arms, he captured the rounded bottom of her chin, tilting her head upward as he leaned over her.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered.
"Because I want to." He brushed his lips softly across hers, nothing hard or demanding in the gesture. "Because I've wanted to for months, Melalee."
She had silently balked at his shortening her name to the masculine Mel when he remembered who she was on set. She didn't like Melalee any better. Her mother used it to soften her up and he knew it.
"You're lying!"
As soon as the accusation left her, she mashed her lips together, tension trembling along the thin line as she tried to defend herself from a second brushing of his mouth against hers.
"Let me kiss you and you'll know that I'm more serious than I've ever been."
Her nose stung at the glib line so expertly delivered. She blinked, the sharp sting traveling to her eyes almost instantly. She wanted to punch him, but there was no space between them for her to haul her hand back before delivering the blow.
So she pinched, then sharply twisted, his nipple.
"Ow..." he pulled back, his gaze going wide before he broke into laughter. "I'm going to remember that when you're all soft and liquid beneath me, baby girl."
"That," she promised, using the space that had opened between them to stand and move toward the front of the plane. "Is never going to happen."
Chapter Ten
If she could have strapped a parachute to her back and jumped off the plane at that very moment, Melanie would have. But such an
Shaking her head as he began to lean closer, Melanie placed her hand against his muscular chest and pushed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Hearing the mounting hysteria in her voice swept Melanie closer to true panic.
Declan slowed his forward progression, his dark blond brows crinkling at her while his eyes glittered like diamonds on a cold winter's day.
"All the times I must have looked at you like this and you're just now asking me?"
She shook her head again, more wild and emphatic than before. "It's not like you did out in the terminal. That made me--"
Not wanting to remember how she had felt like something Declan needed to scrape off his shoe, she swallowed down the rest of her explanation.
"You're looking at me like you look at you."
Confusion corkscrewed his features.
"In the mirror!" Her other hand joined her first to rest against his chest. She didn't push as she had before, his bewildered state contagious.
"Oh," he smiled absently, his brows lifting. "What mirror?"
"On set!" she growled. Was he being intentionally obtuse? Was tormenting her his in-flight entertainment? Didn't they have a damn movie he could watch instead?!
"You're talking about when we're both standing in front of it...like yesterday?"
The grin edging his lips whipped through her. Suddenly the angry heat that had built in her chest was nothing more than a flickering candle in the wind compared to the inferno that roared and danced between her thighs at his smile.
How many times had she brushed off his interest in the mirror's reflection as nothing more than the self-absorbed preening of a male -- thinking he was no better than the muscle-bound morons lined up at the gym insisting they had to keep their eyes on their reflections to make sure their form was perfect?
A dozen times or dozens of times?
The dream on the flight into Denver plucked at the fine hairs on the back of her neck. Had she subconsciously known all along?
Not possible, not fucking possible...
She pushed at his chest, shaking her head. "I don't know whether you just like being cruel or you think this is the perfect way to get back at your da...at Sir Roger or maybe you just think you need to put me in my place."
"You're already perfectly positioned," he mused, the dreamy quality of his voice making her shrink further into the loveseat's padding.
"Positioned for what?" she demanded to know.
"This." Sneaking his hand between her arms, he captured the rounded bottom of her chin, tilting her head upward as he leaned over her.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered.
"Because I want to." He brushed his lips softly across hers, nothing hard or demanding in the gesture. "Because I've wanted to for months, Melalee."
She had silently balked at his shortening her name to the masculine Mel when he remembered who she was on set. She didn't like Melalee any better. Her mother used it to soften her up and he knew it.
"You're lying!"
As soon as the accusation left her, she mashed her lips together, tension trembling along the thin line as she tried to defend herself from a second brushing of his mouth against hers.
"Let me kiss you and you'll know that I'm more serious than I've ever been."
Her nose stung at the glib line so expertly delivered. She blinked, the sharp sting traveling to her eyes almost instantly. She wanted to punch him, but there was no space between them for her to haul her hand back before delivering the blow.
So she pinched, then sharply twisted, his nipple.
"Ow..." he pulled back, his gaze going wide before he broke into laughter. "I'm going to remember that when you're all soft and liquid beneath me, baby girl."
"That," she promised, using the space that had opened between them to stand and move toward the front of the plane. "Is never going to happen."
Chapter Ten
If she could have strapped a parachute to her back and jumped off the plane at that very moment, Melanie would have. But such an
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