Page 47 of Always Be an Us

I remember cradling that large thing on my thigh last time, the way he’d moved in that slow addictive way against me like he couldn’t help himself. Even as he made me see stars, he didn’t take pleasure for himself, didn’t throw me on the table and have his way with me as I expected...and frankly maybe wanted...him to do.

But now I can’t get the image out of my head, of his huge erection rubbing against me. Savagely, I want to finally know what he feels like inside me, even if it splits me in two.

We promised that we wouldn’t do this again, I tell myself even as I take a step closer to him.

But he's here now. And he's not leaving yet.

He groans without opening his eyes, probably sensing that I’m closer now.

"Emma." His voice is a warning and a plea all at once.

"Declan." My voice is a whispered want. I reach out and place my hand at his waist, letting the towel drop to the floor. There’s a moment of awkward silence where no one moves, and he doesn’t respond to the invitation.

And then finally his eyes open.

I choke back a gasp.

If I thought they were on fire before, then they’re an inferno now.

His eyes move down once more over my body.

A groan drags out from his chest and lights the air as he finally gives in, wrapping his hand around my waist and dragging me against his body.

This time the kiss isn’t hesitant or teasing. It’s pure heat and lust, wild and unencumbered total domination. I grasp his shoulders, and he presses my body against his, moaning even more into my mouth like he can’t get enough.

I get the impression of something falling to the ground as he pushes my back to the wall, and I think distantly that it must be a painting. But I don’t even really care as he hoists me up and my legs wrap around his waist. His hand grasps my ass, molding it and pushing it more into his erection as he groans into my mouth.

"Silky," he whispers against my lips. "You feel like damn silk."

He says it like it’s the most seductive thing he can imagine, and I preen internally. I’ve always been a little self-conscious about how flabby my body is, particularly my ass. I’ve always been very active, but I’ve never managed to attain the tone to show it.

My ex thought I just wasn't trying hard enough and always encouraged me to lose weight even when my body stubbornly hung onto every morsel of chub it could.

It always made me self-conscious when I had sex with him.

But Declan makes me feel like a goddess.

His hands are worshipful as they travel up my side murmuring his pleasure the whole way through. He only allows a second for both of us to draw in breaths, and then he gives me another of his searing mind-melting kisses.

"Where’s your bedroom?" he whispers against my lips. "I need to be inside you."

I shiver at the sweet promise of his words and point listlessly. I’m not even sure I’m oriented right but he starts in that direction groaning with every step as it drives him against my pussy.

It's a special kind of torture, the constant friction, and every second seems to drag into eternity.

And then before I know it I’m flying through the air and landing on a cushiony surface.

Everything moves so fast after that.

Declan takes a second to stare down at my body again, before biting off a curse. The look in his eyes makes me feel like a sublime, and even more so , when he starts from my neck kissing down to my chest and then to my nipple. He sucks one into his mouth and then takes it in his teeth as I gasp and thrust my hands in his hair, undulating against him and mewling for more.

My pleas only make him suck harder and then lash the abused nipple with his tongue until I thrash on the bed.

More garbled sounds fall from my lips.

"Are you wet for me?" he growls.

"Uh-huh," is my barely literate answer. But it doesn't matter anyway, because Declan must have decided he doesn’t trust my words and wants to check it out for himself.

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