Page 81 of Resting Beach Face
I whimpered, lightheaded as my cock throbbed in his hand.
Declan leaned in, kissing me, and with nothing more than a hard press of lips and a single stroke to my dick, I came so hard I nearly passed out.
We got out of the shower, and Declan dried me off with a fuzzy terrycloth towel. Somewhere in my hazy mind I registeredthat this was different. I didn’t normally float away because of an orgasm or let my partner take care of me the way Declan had tonight.
But everything was different with him, so why not this too?
He led me to the bed, and I climbed between the sheets. He joined me, warm, bare skin pressing up against my back as he wrapped his arms around me.
“Is your sister okay?” he asked.
“I have a sister?”
He chuckled, his breath tickling my neck. “You know damn well you do.”
I smiled into my pillow. “You blew my mind tonight. The brain is not firing on all cylinders. But yeah, Kat’s okay.”
He squeezed me. “It was really good for me, too.”
“Just good?”
“Amazing,” he said. “Truthfully, probably the best experience I’ve ever had.”
I glanced back over my shoulder. “Really?”
He pressed his lips to my shoulder. “Yeah. You don’t push for sex. You wait for me to show interest. That makes all the difference. With my exes…” He trailed off.
I rolled over to face him. “Tell me?”
He sighed. “Well, they just got impatient. They had needs, and I don’t fault them for that. I couldn’t meet them.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I hated feeling like I couldn’t satisfy them, so I’d try to go through the motions…”
“I don’t ever want you to do that.” I cupped his face. “If I were lucky enough to be your boyfriend, I wouldn’t care about how often we had sex. As long as we both want it when it happens.”
“You have needs too though. Just like they did.”
“And sex is just one expression of that need,” I said. “This? Talking to you in the dark, that’s intimacy too. Cuddling on the couch, holding you, hell, just getting one of those rare smiles?They’re all expressions of”—I caught myself about to say theLword and diverted to an acceptable synonym—“affection.”
Declan closed the gap between us, kissing me softly. “I love the way you think. I don’t know if you’ll feel the same when you’ve got blue balls, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
“Well, I already went without sex for eight months while I was waiting for you to come around, so…”
Declan’s eyes widened. “You did what?”
“I mean, that was before I knew you were leaving.”
“Oh.”
My whole body heated with what I was pretty sure was a blush. No one had made me blush since I was about fifteen years old, but here I was, burning up over this obsessive crush I’d been unable to shake.
I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “Not that I regret it,” I said softly. “Even if this is all I get, it was worth it.”
“Ah, Cash…” He put a finger under my chin and lifted it so he could meet my eyes. “I have a lot to figure out. I can’t make any promises.”
“I know.” I smiled sadly. “I went into this with my eyes wide open.”
“But my eyes were closed,” he said. “Or maybe my mind was. I didn’t expect this. Any of it.”
I brushed a kiss over his lips. “I’m stealthy like that.”
