Page 103 of A Convenient Secret
I feel him enter, and before I turn, he steps behind me, caging me against the counter. He turns off the water.
He doesn’t say anything, just stands there for a beat before he lowers his mouth to my ear, and my entire body quivers.
With anticipation.
With recognition.
With need.
“I missed you,” he practically groans, and cups me between my thighs.
“I missed you too.” I match his groan with a mew, or some unidentifiable sound as he dips his fingers through the crotch of my shorts and sinks them between my folds. My knees buckle.
“Spread your legs,” he whispers, the command in his tone igniting wild desire in every cell of my body.
“The kids,” I warn, but stand as wide as I can, unable to deny him.
“They are loud enough for us to know their whereabouts in the house.” He thrusts at least two fingers inside me. “So wet for me, Seagull. Such a good girl. Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours.” I moan loudly as he crooks his fingers inside me, and immediately whimper when he stops moving.
“You will have to be quiet.” He chokes out, barely hanging onto his control.
Stepping back, he pushes me between my shoulder blades, bending me over the counter to gain better access.
I bite my forearm to muffle the sounds. He’s been at it for a minute and a half, and I’m almost there, completely mad with yearning.
With his other hand he kneads my tits, alternating, as his fingers move in and out without finesse.
It’s not gentle or romantic. It’s messy and crude. And I explode around his fingers in record time.
“It’s nice to be home.” He leans forward and kisses my cheek.
I’m going to rest on this counter for a moment, or a day, before I can move again.
Pulling his fingers out of me, a gush of my arousal leaks down my legs. What a mess. Jesus.
He brings his fingers to my lips and smears all around them. “Taste yourself, baby.”
I dart out my tongue, and he shoves his fingers inside. Every time I think I’ve caught up on all my lack of experience, he surprises me.
I suck on my fingers, tilting my head so I can see his face. Full of reverence. Of hunger. Of yearning.
“Daddy, we awe waiting and I’m cold.”
I freeze, but Declan seems unperturbed. “Lily is coming to help you.”
Bastard.
He reaches for a paper towel and wipes my thighs quickly.
“Me?” I peel myself from the counter and stumble like a newborn lamb.
He points to his crotch and shrugs with a smirk. “I can’t go there like this, obviously.”
Chapter 21
Declan
