Page 58 of His Weekend Wife

Declan grinned as he pushed her back onto the bed and covered her body with his. He felt so good, so perfect against her. His lean, toned body was a perfect contrast against her softer curves. He situated himself between her thighs and his impressive erection pressed against her core, turning her into a quivering mess.

Sliding her hand inside of his shirt, she caressed his bare skin, enjoying the feel of his coiled, lean muscles. His skin was slightly damp with sweat, yet he was smooth to the touch as she followed the lines of sculpted muscles.

He lowered his mouth to hers and made her crazy with his talented tongue and he smoothed his palm along her outer thigh, over her hip until he reached her shirt. Upward his fingers crawled, covering one breast. Her nipples hardened, straining against the lace of her bra. He ran his thumb over the bud, testing its hardness and she arched against him, crying out in the magical touch.

His eyes remained on hers, his were filled with passion and desire, matching the emotions swirling inside of her. Her breath caught, and she ran her fingertips around to his waist, along the band of his shorts, the tips of her fingers brushing his erection that was growing outside of the waistband.

“I can’t seem to get enough of you, baby. Can’t seem to stop running my hands over your sweet body.”

“I like you touching me. Correction. I love you touching me. No complaints here.”

“I’m glad to hear.” He brushed his fingers down her cheek, tucking strands of her hair behind her ear.

“It feels good to say the words. I feel much freer with you knowing the truth.”

He glided his hands down her neck, barely touching her, but erupting sensation through her nerve endings. “You’re so soft. Love how your nipples blossom like an exotic flower under my touch.”

“That’s not the only part of me that blossoms,” she whispered.

He kissed her forehead, the area between her brows, each cheek, then her chin. “Yes, I’m witness to how your body changes, responds to me. You taste like cotton candy.” He gently nibbled the delicate skin by her collarbone and she sucked in a breath. “I could lick and suckle every spot, every bend, soft curve, every lip.”

She closed her eyes, focusing on his touch as he moved to her other breast that too blossomed under his hand. His lips were back on hers, gently, languorously, taking his time to savor. He ground his hips against her inner thighs, pressing his bulge against her pulsating pussy lips. A deep groan crawled from his throat. Although she’d always wanted him, there was a new draw forming between them, one she couldn’t understand or put into words. She wanted all of him, to consume him. Wanted him hard and fast, but slow and gentle too. His tenderness swirled fluffs inside of her heart, filling her blood with an invisible drug.

He sat up, pulling her along and discarded her shirt. Her nipples tingled as the breeze swept through the open French doors. Drops of water landed on her face and she realized it was starting to sprinkle outside and the raindrops were coming in through the door. “I’m getting wet.”

“That is my intention.” He wagged his brows.

She chuckled and moved her hands up the cords of his back, then down, grabbing the hem of his shirt. She tugged it off his shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. “I don’t mind the rain if you don’t.”

“Can’t feel anything but the blood rushing to the tip of my cock.”

“Ooh, sounds delicious,” she whispered.

“Damn it, woman. What the hell are you doing to me?” He sucked in a ragged breath. “I’ve never been this upside down, twisted, and turned inside out. Hell, I didn’t even know I had this many nerve endings in my body.”

“I’m glad to know you’re just as caught up in this as I am. My heart is beating so fast that it surely will pop right out of my chest.”

“If that should ever happen I would pick it up, put it back, and revive you back to life.” He winked.

She chuckled. “Thank goodness!”

“I’m a tough man, Ash, but you weaken me. Not sure if that’s safe.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I might just do something stupid. I might just lose myself, again.” He laid his forehead against hers and she could feel the heavy beating of his heart at her breastbone. He pulled back, his hands were noticeably shaking. She felt disappointment when he removed his hand from her shirt. “I feel like we need to build a ladder.”

“What do you mean?”

“When we married, we jumped in, heart and soul, without really laying out all of our needs and expectations. Maybe it was the reason for the demise.”

The raggedness of his breath spoke volumes. “What do you want to know?” She lifted herself onto elbows.

“I want to know everything. I think I know pretty much everything up until five years ago. I’m sure you’ve changed.” He slid around and leaned against the headboard, dragging her up beside him, holding her. “Favorite music?”

“Sam Smith.”

“Favorite movie?”

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