Page 44 of Feel Me

I can’t keep still, not with the way he’s tugging the pebbled point of my breasts and not when his fingers disappear beneath my panties. I’m shoving the waistband of his underwear down when his fingers circle and his mouth fastens around my nipple.

I clench down on my jaw, trying not to cry out with bliss. It’s hard. He feels so good. Heat builds at my core, slicking me, making Declan slide his fingers faster. My lashes flutter when he pushes in deeper, his momentum increasing as I arch my spine.

The slow building arousal accelerates into full-blown passion. Declan’s fingers ram faster while his teeth scrape against my dark areolas. My moaning intensifies as my orgasm builds, his touch primal, fast, taking me to my breaking point. I surrender to the ecstasy, digging my fingers into his shoulders to stay standing.

My body trembles out of control. He holds tight, prolonging the jolts of electricity spreading along my thighs until they sear through veins and overtake my entire body. As the waves lessen, I press my hands against his chest, encouraging him to sit.

I fall to my knees and tug off his briefs. My small nails drag along his bare thighs, encouraging him to open them and make room for me. “Do we need anything?”

He shakes his head. “You tell me,” I watch him say.

“No, we’re safe,” I tell him.

His eyes glaze with desire as I stroke. I lower my head to pull his thick erection into my mouth.

Declan jolts, his fingers gliding along my scalp. I can’t hear him. I onlyfeelhim. The way his body shudders and how his hips rise and fall with my increasing speed. He jerks when I go deeper with each pass, his thigh muscles clenching beneath my touch.

My eyes stay closed. I’m too shy to look. But I’m not too shy to act.

I focus on what I’m doing and how much it’s turning me on. I can’t seem to stop, my movements quickening and my suction increasing. Declan fists my hair, I know he’s watching every pull and how my lips wrap firmly around him. I think he’s going to let me finish him until he yanks me up and pulls down my panties.

Declan isn’t shy, he’s pumped for more, remaining seated as I hover above him and he spreads my legs. His heady stare latches on mine as he grips my hips, hauling me down to his mouth.

His lips seize my delicate folds, marking his territory with each flick of his tongue. I grunt as I fall forward, my knees sinking into the cushions above his shoulders.

Declan takes his time sucking and swirling his tongue, leisurely building his speed and encouraging me to rock against him. My fingers grip the rim of the couch as my orgasm peaks. I fall forward coming hard, shaking so badly I barely keep from falling forward.

My heart beats out of control. He lowers me to his lap, his tongue passing over his lips.You’re on the pill, right? I watch him mouth.

I nod, pulling the clip holding what remains of my bun.

My hair falls around my face, widening his eyes. I’m glad. I want to please him any way I can. I wait for him to start until I realize that he’s waiting for me. He wants to make sure I’m ready. He doesn’t realize I’ve never wanted anyone more.

Our lips crush together, I push up on one leg. He reaches for his erection, placing his dense head against my slick center. Our kiss breaks off and our faces scrunch as I lower myself down, his width and length stretching me slowly. It takes a long moment for our laps to connect. But once they do, I know it’s time to move.

My hips slide against his thighs, my speed accelerating. His fingers thread through my messy hair, bringing me to him so I can meet his face. “I want you,” he says, his skin flushed and his breaths ragged. “I want you so much.”

“I want you, too,” I stammer.

It’s the truth. Because whether Declan knows it or not, over these past two months, I’ve fallen in love with him.

No matter how hard I tried not to.

CHAPTER 13

Declan

“The wine is really good,” Melissa says, taking another sip.

We’re lying on our sides in bed. Her head is resting against her palm and there’s a sheet draped over her hip. “Yeah,” I agree. “It would have gone great with the fish.”

Her laugh makes me broaden my smile. She’d planned this kick-ass dinner: Chilean sea bass with mango and corn relish, lobster bisque, and wild rice. She’d probably spent hours shopping and prepping for it. The bisque boiled over the sides of the pot, the fish burned in the oven along with the bread she was baking, and the rice dried to a crisp. We were too busy to care, touching and kissing, until round one quickly led into round two. We would have headed into the bedroom sooner to start a third round if the damn smoke detector hadn’t gone off.

We ended up ordering pizza and I could seriously give a fuck.

My hand trails across her shoulder and stroke her ear with my thumb. Her hearing aids are still on the shelf in the living room probably between a Naughty Scott and or a shirtless Duke, again, I could care less. What I do care about is her.

I don’t think it was easy for her to remove them in front of me like she did. For long few breaths, I was sure the moment between us was gone. Then I saw it, the shift in her pretty eyes that took her from fragile beauty to the strong stunning woman who’s haunted my dreams.

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