Page 111 of Starting Over

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Declan

Turning around in her arms, she laid her hands on my chest. Her fingertips rubbing circles over my pounding heart. I searched her eyes, looking for the lie. Making sure I understood what she was saying.

My hands reached out for her hips. Dragging her closer, my lips descended to hers. I tentatively kissed her, waiting for her to pull away again. Waiting for the bucket of cold water to drench the heat I felt emanating from her body against mine.

One hand forged a path up her side and over her shoulder. Grasping her throat, I tipped her head back, deepening the kiss. My other hand slid down over the curve of her delectable ass. Pulling her against me, I made sure she felt just how much I wanted to be in her life.

Her hands fisted my shirt, and she whimpered. My lips trailed a path to her neck, kissing and nipping along the way. Kissing the base of her neck, I sucked, hard. I knew it would leave a mark. I didn’t care. I wanted everyone that saw her to know she was mine. She had always been mine.

Pulling back, I stepped away, snatching her hand and slowly escorting her back to the couch. Directing her to sit, I hovered over her. One hand on the back of the couch; one hand on her knee. Kissing her again until her body went soft, I placedmy knee on the couch and pushed her back to the cushions, mounting over her.

I settled my big body between her legs as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I desperately wanted to sink my dick into her, but I needed to go slowly.

We had missed out on so much. Dates, holding hands, tentative goodbye kisses outside her father’s front door. Make-out sessions on the couch.

Someone cheated us out of a courtship that should have been the stuff of fairy tales, so I took my time devouring her mouth.

“Declan, please,” she begged.

I ignored her pleas, taking my time to heat her up.

I had been with countless women, but I knew she had only ever been with Duane. She didn’t have the experience I had, so I tortured us both, taking it slow.

Holding myself on my elbow, my other hand slid down to her hip, and she lifted her body, trying to force me to touch her where she wanted me most.

I chuckled and slid my hand under her shirt. Her skin was warm and silky. I grazed her breast and was rewarded with more skin. There was nothing preventing my voyage, and I covered her breast as she arched her back, filling my hand.

Pinching her nipple, she cried out, biting her lip. I loved it when she bit her lip. She might be almost fifty years old, but it was still sexy as hell.

When I looked at her face, I caught her staring at me. I watched her eyes darken with every squeeze of her nipple. I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I’ve waited a lifetime for you. I want to take my time.”

My mouth moved back to her throat, and my tongue licked the throbbing pulse in her neck.

“Wait, Declan. Stop.” Maureen pushed at my chest, and I rolled to my side.

Jesus Christ, not again.

She squirmed out from under me, standing up and moving to the other side of the coffee table.

“Reenie, we’ve been over this shit.”

“I know. I just... I wasn’t ok with what we were doing.”

Sitting up on the couch, I drank her in as she stood in front of me.

“You weren’t... ok... with what we were doing? You just told me you wanted me in your fucking life.” I growled.

What fucking game was she playing?

I focused my eyes on her sleep shorts. They were so fucking short.

Maureen cleared her throat, and my gaze shot up to her face. She was smirking at me. I growled, and her smirk turned to a laugh before she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and whipped it over her head.

I stared at her ample curves.

Licking my lips, my focused was pulled to her hands. Her delicate fingers tucked into the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down her legs. My gaze followed those shorts as they made their way down her long, toned legs.

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