Page 37 of Desired

He chuckles. “And I’m an investment banker. It doesn’t make me sound very clever, being a drinker.”

“I’ll let it go.” I grin, playing along. My hand is on his bicep, which is flexed right now, while he reaches with the other hand, for his phone, to set it on airplane mode. His muscles against my skin call to me, even at a time like this, when I’m emotionally drained and not feeling as collected as I usually am. I lean my face on his arm, enjoying the feel of his skin against mine.

“What’s up, lass? You need a hug?” He asks warmly. “Because I give those out for free, you know. It’s a deal on only for today, though.”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer, he simply wraps his arms around me, the corded muscle under his linen shirt protectively encircling me. Feeling his body against mine turns me on instantly, despite the poor timing. My nipples bead at his chest as my heart races in time with his. Hand stroking up and down my back, every cell in me is awakening, making me forget where we’re headed, and what my next mission is. I try to chide myself, I try to tell myself that this is not the time nor the place to feel so amorous, but something about Declan just makes me lose control.

As he pulls back, our noses touch. “You feel better, lass?” His voice is thick with need, telling me that he feels the same uncontrollable attraction as I do.

Eyes already drunk just looking at him, my gaze is on his lips. Slowly, he leans in, tilting his head, and envelops my mouth with his, making love to it, the way that I need him to make love to me right now. Sliding my knees over his lap, I straddle him in his seat. “Rory won’t come out here, lass.” He whispers as he pulls my blouse out from my skirt, skating his fingers up to my bra. I’m so desperate for his touch, I find myself already breathless with such little contact.

Fingers up my skirt, he pulls my panties down my thighs. “Are you attached to these, lass?” He asks against my lips.

With a quick shake of my head, he rips them off, just like he did the first time we fucked up against his pool house wall. Hands fumbling to undo his dress pants, I can feel his hardened cock against the zipper, and I whimper, so wanton for him, so needy, wanting like hell to fuck him so bad, I have to fight the urge to rip his pants open. Lifting my skirt up, as I push his zipper down and free him, I sink myself down on his cock, groaning, feeling him fill me to the hilt on the first pass.

“God, Moira. You are so wet, lass.” He breathes against my lips, kissing me erotically.

“I need you so bad, Declan.” I pant, riding him deeply, feeling every inch of him.

His fingers find their way under my bra, pinching my nipples deliciously, making me feel things only Declan can make me feel, as I undo his shirt buttons, desperate to claw his chest, feel his nipples, knowing what that does to him. I’m so needy, so craving those sexy grunts of his, so wanting to drive him crazy, I feel like I’m possessed. He pulls my blouse open, unclasping my bra, freeing my breasts so he can suck them, and my nipples are so hard from his touch. “God, you are so perfect, Moira.” He says, sucking my breasts, as his large, warm hands are on my ass, both guiding me and touching every nerve ending, making me come so fast.

“God, Declan!” I mewl, feeling my first orgasm, as I ride him, listening to our skin slap together in the plane.

He slows only slightly, helping me feel the waves of pleasure, and as I come down, on the aftershocks, I lean forward, sucking his nipples, licking them erotically. “Oh, Moira.” He whispers breathlessly. “You are a fucking goddess.”

“I need to feel you come inside me.” I tell him against his skin, as he speeds up, heeding my words, now desperate for his release. “God, I need to fuck you hard, Declan. Fuck you so hard you come hard in me.”

He grabs my ass, slamming his cock into me, hitting my clit just right. I could burst into flames. “God, I’ve never wanted to fuck a lass so hard before, Moira.” He says fast, as I feel his cock twitch, and then he shudders, crying out, bringing me to the edge with him. We come together, my lips on his nipples, and then he lifts me, so our lips meet, and kisses me so deep, his tongue on mine, making me come so hard on his cock, making me feel his seed spurt up inside me so strongly, wetting me all over, it makes my orgasm so intense I drown out the sound of the engine.

With a soft chuckle, he pulls me to him, as we finish together. “I think the earth below us heard you, lass.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I chuckle in his ear, holding him close. “I just...I needed that so bad. I needed you so bad.”

He brings my gaze to his. “Sometimes sex helps with emotional release, lass.”

“That must be true, because I feel much better now.”

He pulls the tattered dregs of my panties away from my body. “I’ll have to send Simon out to get you a new pair. I hardly think visiting your ailing father without panties is acceptable.”

I reach over to my seat next to him and grab my purse. As I open it, I pull another pair out, with a knowing look on my face.

“Ah, so this was planned, was it.” He says, playing along.

“I just...know from experience.”

“Well, you’re a wise lass, then.” He kisses my lips. “You know that everything is going to be fine, Moira.”

“I know.” I say with a nod.

He presses his forehead against mine. “At the risk of sounding cliché, I’d never let anything happen to you, love.”

With the use of that four-letter word, my face turns serious. I search his eyes. “And I’d never let anything happen to you, either.”

I’m not sure if that was his way of telling me that he loves me, but I figure my statement is a good reciprocation for the sentiment, if that was, in fact, what he was trying to convey. I do love him. I love all of him. Everything about him. When I’m with him or even just thinking about him, all is well. The spell he has on me is unlike any other. I trust him implicitly. And that’s novel for a lass like me. Who’s seen it all and heard it all before. And all from people who were supposed to love me unconditionally. Somehow, looking into this beautiful man’s eyes, I truly believe him. Whether he spelled out ‘I love you’, or just alluded to the sentiment, I feel it. I feel all of it. And it doesn’t matter if it comes out in proper words or not, this man makes me feel more loved than anyone ever has.

“Except for that camera over there.” He says, eyes dancing. “Now, I’ve got no control over that, lass.”

I snort a laugh, slapping him playfully. “I want a copy. Save it for those lonely nights when I can’t see you.”

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