"Don't be a dick, Declan," Kate whispers, hot and needy, deep-down, scary-as-fuck, not-for-sex needy. It's affectionate, but there's an edge to it. "Told you I don't do this. But I'm back for it. For you."

Don't push. Please don't push. It's there in her eyes if he knows her as well as he thinks he does. As she thinks he does. She pushes her hands up his back and holds on. If he pushes, she's going to break.