Page 43 of Taking A Chance

Declan works his way down my spine, massaging as he glides lower. His thumbs press into the dimples of my lower back, his hands wrapping halfway around my hips. A chill rushes over me, causing me to lean further forward and grip the fabric of the blanket in my lap, moaning again.

He clears his throat behind me, his body squirming against mine. I wonder for a moment if my slightly sexual noises have caused a reaction in him.Only one way to find out.

I twist my body around, readjusting the way I’m seated so I’m facing him. His hands are still in the air, the absence of my skin beneath his fingers surprising him. Declan’s eyes meet mine, and I see a mixture of emotion in them.Confusion? Attraction? Perhaps a bit of both?

I can still feel the kiss from two days ago lingering on my lips and I want to feel it again. I never thought I’d be saying that about him, the presumed man whore across the hall. My next-door neighbor with a reputed sex addiction. Whatever I thought of him in the past, it’s all gone now.

I lean in toward him, his body unmoving. His hands lower to his lap and he watches me, my advancement. I press my hands into the couch on either side of him, balancing myself. I’m probably only two inches from him, his hot breath tickling my skin.

“Declan?” I whisper, pausing for an answer.

“Yes?” he replies, his voice low and gritty.

“Kiss me again,” I say, the words falling out more like a plea than anything else.

His lips part slightly as he inhales sharply and presses his eyes shut. For a split second, I think I’ve made a mistake. But then his hands fly up, gripping my sides, his fingertips pressing into my flesh. His mouth takes mine, not the soft way it did before. He kisses me hard, aggressively coaxing my mouth open, and I let him. No hesitation on my part. His tongue laps against mine as I lose my breath to the moment.Good god.

He leans back against the arm of the couch, bringing me with him, until my body is pressed on top of his at an angle. My legs trail after, drawing up until I’m nearly straddling him. His hands caress my sides, down my hips, dig into the backs of my thighs. I kill the moans in my throat before they can escape me, but that won’t last long. Not at this pace.

I press my hands against his chest, gripping the front of his T-shirt between my fingers. I pull my mouth from his for a moment, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip. A groan escapes him and I smile in satisfaction.

“What are you smiling about?” he asks, before he takes my mouth again, trailing kisses from my lips down to my jaw. His teeth sink into the edge of my throat, and I am powerless to stop the next moan as it leaves my lips.

“I like the way you kiss me,” I say. I lift my hand, combing my fingers into his hair the way I’ve imagined so many times. Although, doing so while making out had never been the vision. Yet, no part of me is complaining about the upgrade.

It’s been so long since I’ve kissed someone like this, so long since I felt the warmth of lips against my skin. I feel the dormant fire in me starting to roar again. It’s a hunger, one I stamped out long ago for the sake of my own sanity. But now, the once familiar feeling low in my belly is alive again.

“I’ve only kissed one part of your body, love,” he whispers close to my ear, between kisses. He presses his lips to the sensitive skin just below my lobe. Declan licks where he just kissed and then blows air over it, sending a wave of goosebumps down my entire body. “Do you want to know what it feels like when I kiss other places?”

And just like that, the fire spreads all over. Every inch of me is awake with want.

For Declan.

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Declan

God,why did I say that?Am I possessed?I feel possessed. I tug at the edge of her shirt, inching my fingers underneath it, scratching my nails against her skin. Cora’s body reacts, arching and pressing into me.

She’s so beautiful, so fucking sexy. I can’t focus on anything else except her. What’s right or wrong, what we should or shouldn’t do, be damned.I want her.And from the feel of it, she wants me, too.

“Yes,” she whispers back.Yes.Shedoeswant me to kiss her in other places. She said yes. Her answer only seems to spur me on. I tug her shirt further up, the curve of her ribs beneath my fingers as I continue upward.

I cup just below her breasts on both sides, the warmth of her body heating my hands. Cora has all but stopped breathing. I can feel her trying to hold it, the occasional jagged inhale and sharp exhale escaping her. She’s nervous. Hell, I’m nervous too.

Her eyes meet mine just before my hands slip up and over her soft, perfect tits. For the briefest split second, we’re both holding our breaths. Cora exhales, pushing into the palms of my hands as she does so. Her body arches when she throws her head back. She shudders, dipping down against me.

Her nipples harden under my touch and I feel myself harden beneath her center. She presses her body down against my dick, causing me to grip her tits a little harder. She doesn’t seem to mind. She bites down on her bottom lip right before bringing her mouth to mine again.

I don’t know if she knows this, but she’s a different creature now. She’s all hunger and base instinct and it’s goddamn divine. She trails kisses down the side of my neck before biting my shoulder and that’s all it takes for me to become completely unhinged.

I push her back from me, laying her down on the other end of the couch, her legs on either side of me. Pressing my hands to her thighs, I look to her face for permission. Cora gives me the slightest nod. My fingers hook into the top of her sweatpants and even in the midst of this heat, I can appreciate her willingness to be comfortable around me, to not try too hard.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I pull them down along with her panties. She lifts for me, allowing me to bring them all the way off. Tossing them aside, my eyes never leave hers. There’s a vulnerability in her face now. For a moment, she presses her knees together, and all I can see is the beautiful Y shape her legs make as they meet the rest of her.

Then, like a gift, all at once she opens for me. My thumbs press into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, just above her now parted knees. I slide my hands up, the sensation of my touch causing goosebumps to rise over her soft skin.

I cradle the soft flesh at the apex of her legs, her hip bones in my palms. Leaning over, my eyes trail down from her face, taking in the rest of her, and back up again. I need to see her, watch her face while she takes pleasure. And god, I want to give her pleasure.

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