"Got me. Always got me," Declan promises, even though he shouldn't. He's hip-deep in her, though, and she's making all those pretty sounds because of him and it's hard not to promise her the moon and work on the practicality of it later.

He sucks hard against one shoulder, a tiny bruise already blossoming beneath his lips and wonders if Kate minds it terribly that he's been marking his territory all over her since they started.