Page 43 of Feel Me

Declan is holding me, his strong body welding into mine. Is this really happening?

He leans in, tilting his chin and closing his eyes.

I should stop him in his tracks before things go where they’re not meant to. I should tell him no and step away.

But I don’t want to say no.

I open my mouth and allow him in.

The level of desire surging between us prepares me for the same aggression he’s demonstrated in court. He’s a man used to getting what he wants, and will stop at nothing until it’s his.

Instead the kiss is slow, lazy, sexy, the sweeps of his tongue making me moan.

Men treat me like I’ll crumble if they don’t handle me with care. Declan’s kiss is like a sinful invitation, tempting me into darkness. He leaves my mouth before I’m ready to stop, dragging his tongue to the hollow of my throat and finding the perfect place to nibble.

His hand slips beneath my T-shirt. “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against my skin.

“I don’t want you to,” I confess.

He pauses with his palm over my breast, uncertainty shimmering his blue eyes. “Are you sure?”

He circles the swell, the seductive motion tightening my nipples. “Yes,” I rasp.

He doesn’t believe me. He thinks I’m scared. He’s right. I’m terrified.

That doesn’t mean I don’t want him.

My hands glide down. I reach the edge of his shirt, peeling it off him, my fingertips burning with the desire to stroke him.

Long lean muscles make up is arms and perfect ripples define his abs. I meet his face, trying to mask my awe. Clearly, I fail.

He winks. “You’re welcome,” he says, attacking my mouth with his.

My tongue delves deep, seeking a deeper taste as he pulls me closer. He massages my breast, taking in its entirety before withdrawing to pinch the center.

I groan as he rolls a nipple, the tantalizing aggression making me ache for more. But when his lips leave my mouth to kiss me behind the ear, that awful squeak close contact produces echoes through my hearing aid.

I jerk away, leaving his arms.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod, realizing he thinks he hurt me. “Back noise,” I explain.

I reach for the hearing aid behind my left ear. The moment I slip it off, half of my sound is turned off. It’s an odd sensation, and one I’ve experienced most of my life. Yet the effect is so immediate and extreme, even now it gives me pause.

I take a breath and remove the other. The silence is profound, cocooning me in a separate space in time and muffling my elevated breaths. It’s frightening to be suddenly cut off from the world this way, to lose a vital sense so abruptly. It leaves me raw, vulnerable, in a way nothing else can.

But as I look at Declan, the way he’s waiting for me and how his body longs for my touch, and remember how this amazing man found a place in my heart, I can’t imagine anyone else I’d rather be vulnerable for.

I place the hearing aids on the shelf, stripping out of my plaid shirt and then my tank. My bra follows, my heavy breasts bouncing as they’re set free. I keep going, until the only thing that remains are my tiny pink panties. I’m not a small gal, but I like my curves.

Based on the growing bulge pressing against his jeans, Declan likes them, too.

I smile as he takes in my large and tightening tips, passing a hand along the swell of my breast. “You’re welcome, too,” I say, biting on my bottom lip.

I walk backwards into my living room. Declan follows like I’m yanking him on a leash, kicking out of his shoes and socks before losing his jeans and throwing them aside.

“Fuck,” I watch him mouth when he reaches for me, pulling me in for one hell of a kiss.

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