Whoops.

Declan pulled away from her, his lips shiny from her juices, a giant smile on his face. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth before he stood, dropped a sweet kiss to her lips and started for the door.

“I’ll go get breakfast,” he called from over his shoulder.

She watched him go, her gaze locked on his perfect ass as it moved beneath those perfect sweatpants. Good Lord, he was hot. And lethal, like a dangerous weapon to her senses. He made her come with his mouth and fingers all in the space of, what? Two minutes? And all she’d been doing since last night was coming. Again and again.

Could a person come too much? Could you die from too many orgasms? If that was true, what a way to go.

On weak legs, she walked over to the couch, collapsing onto the piece of furniture as if her bones just turned to mush. She could hear Declan talking to the employee delivering their breakfast, his voice calm, his laughter ringing true. She admired his ability to adapt so quickly and wondered for a scary, too-long moment if he was faking her out somehow.

And then she realized she sort of didn’t care.

Her cell phone rang and she grabbed it from the coffee table in front of her, answering when she saw who it was. Natalie.

May as well get it over with.

“Oh my God, you’re alive. About time you answered,” Natalie greeted her sarcastically.

“Everything okay?” Reagan tried her best to sound neutral. Like she just hadn’t had her world rocked, but crap, she sounded breathless. Blissed out. Great orgasms had a way of doing that to a girl.

“Yes. Are you okay?” Natalie asked.

I’m fine. Perfect. The man with the most perfect lips and tongue in all the universe just tongue fucked me into yet another intense orgasm. How are you doing?

“I’m fine.” She swallowed hard, knowing she sounded extremely evasive.

“Where are you?” Natalie’s voice lowered. “Are you with Declan Carter?”

“Uh…” Reagan’s gaze went to Declan as he came into view, pushing the room service cart in front of him. He smiled, his gaze warm as it lit upon her, and she wanted to die. Melt. Fling herself at him and tell him forget breakfast. They didn’t need food. They could live on each other.

“You are, you big whore! Oh my God, I love it,” Natalie practically squealed.

Wait a minute. Her friend was happy she was with Declan? She figured Natalie would be furious. “You’re not bothered by that?”

“Hell no. Who am I to judge? He was all into you last night, so you may as well go for it, right? Especially since you’ve had such a big crush on him for so long,” Natalie rattled on, embarrassing Reagan. She could feel her cheeks warm and she glanced up, saw that Declan wasn’t looking at her. Nope, he was too busy preparing their breakfast, having taken over the job from the room service delivery person.

Weird. And sweet. She liked it. He had an attentive side she found insanely attractive.

Fine. She found everything about him insanely attractive.

“What are you up to?” Reagan asked when Natalie finally paused to take a breath. “I’m sorry I left you. I hope you’ve been having fun.”

“Oh, I’ve been having a great time,” Natalie said.

Hmm. She sounded awfully vague. “What have you and Andrea been up to?”

“Andrea? Well…she hasn’t been around either.”

“She hasn’t?” God, were they all awful friends to Natalie or what? “I’m coming to our hotel right now,” Reagan said firmly, earning a concerned look from Declan. She turned away from him, hating how bad she felt that he heard her. “I can’t believe we both left you, Nat. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, no. Don’t bother coming back now, have fun with Declan. I’m fine. I’ve been hanging out with someone too,” she said nonchalantly.

“Who?”

“You wouldn’t know him.”

“Him? Try me. What’s his name,” Reagan urged.

“I won twenty-five thousand dollars,” Natalie said, completely changing the subject.

“Wait a minute. Are you serious?” Reagan leapt to her feet, her gaze going to Declan’s.

“Dead serious. I won it last night on a slot machine. Can you believe it?” Natalie squealed.

“Oh my God!” Reagan started hopping up and down, her open robe bouncing around her body. Declan started to laugh, shaking his head, and she mock glared at him, tugging the robe around her and hiding her body from his appreciative gaze. “Congratulations. That’s amazing. I can’t believe it!”

“Me either.” Natalie started to laugh. “I’m rich!”

“Yeah, you are. We should go out and celebrate.” Reagan stopped jumping and started nibbling on her lower lip. “Tonight. Let’s get a bottle of champagne and drink to your good fortune.”

“I, uh, already have plans. But we can celebrate tomorrow with breakfast before we fly home,” Natalie suggested. “What do you think?”

“Sounds good.” Her friend was being weird. Evasive. As if she was trying to hide exactly who she was hanging out with. “Where’s Andrea?”

“She met some guy last night. Last I saw her, she was lip-locked with him in a dark corner at the party. She texted me this morning, letting me know she was okay,” Natalie explained.

“Okay good. Well, congrats again,” Reagan said with a nervous laugh. “Have fun tonight.”

“You too, sweet cheeks.” Natalie ended the call before Reagan could say another word, and she set the phone back on the coffee table, turning to see Declan watching her with an expectant expression on his face, standing behind the table laden with food. He’d found two chairs and set them at the table. So domesticated and cute, she could hardly stand it.

“What happened to your friend?” he asked conversationally.

“She won twenty-five thousand dollars.” Reagan shook her head, glancing around the room to see if she could spot the belt that went with her robe. How could she sit and eat breakfast with her robe hanging open?

“That’s awesome. Good for her. Is she okay with you being here with me?” When Reagan took a while to answer, he asked, “Are you okay?”

She met his gaze, saw the worry there and the concern. How could he doubt that she wasn’t okay with being with him? More like she should be asking him if he was fine with her being here with him. There were probably a hundred things he needed to do. Or wanted to do.

Hell, she didn’t know. This entire morning after thing was super confusing.

“She’s fine. Distracted by someone else, she won’t tell me who,” Reagan said, going to the table and gazing down at the contents that filled it. “Did you order the entire breakfast menu or what?”

“Maybe. I didn’t know what you might like, so I got it all.” He shrugged, looking the slightest bit embarrassed. It was a good look for him, as were all the looks she’d seen him wear. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m more than okay being here with you,” she said softly, loving the way his expression seemed to ease into relief, like he’d been tensely waiting for her answer. Like he cared. “I just hope you’re okay with it.”

“Beyond okay with it.” He went to the chair she stood closest to and pulled it out for her. “Have a seat. I’m sure you’re starving.”

“I need to find my belt first,” she said, glancing around the floor. God, where did it go? “I can’t eat breakfast with my robe open.”

“Why not?” The grin he sent her was wicked. “You’ll drive me crazy, but I think it’ll be worth it. Or you could…I don’t know, eat breakfast completely naked.”

She laughed and sat, letting him scoot the chair in for her. “No way. I might drop a piece of bacon on me or something, and that could get awkward.”

Chuckling, he sat in his chair, which was so close to hers their arms almost bumped. “Just leave the robe open, then. Tease me,” he said, his deep voice washing over her, making her warm. Making her weak.

“Okay,” she said. When he spoke to her in that voice, she’d do just about anything for him.