Page 117 of MidKnight
I swallowed hard and took the rag from him with shaking fingers. Declan had said he wanted our first time to feel special. That he wanted me desperate for him. I’d nearly lost him. That had driven desperation to a whole new level. Torture. And he’d sent everyone away. Did he … was he ready?
I dipped the shirt into the seawater and my mind was made up. I needed him. I needed to feel him, alive and thriving and whole. I needed to warm my heart with him. I needed to see his eyes flicker and close in ecstasy. I needed to erase the pain. I was going to do my damned best to show him that he meant everything to me.
I wrung out the garment and made my way back over to him.
I started with his feet, knowing that once I got too close, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I tried to massage his foot with my fingers through the cloth, working out any soreness.
I washed his legs, using every excuse I could find to touch him. I dragged my finger along the edge of his quadriceps. I washed his hands, kissing each palm after it was clean. I washed his arms. Then I rinsed the shirt and cleaned his back. When the pale muscular expanse of Declan’s back was clean, I pressed my aching breasts against his scars. I traced one and kissed it, before coming back around and straddling him.
I smiled softly at him as I stroked the rag over his neck, his pecs, down the flat plane of his stomach.
My heart filled so much I thought I might burst. The emotions were as airy and multicolored as soap bubbles. Adoration, affection, longing. So much tenderness.
Tears filled my eyes again and I sucked in a jagged breath.
Sard! I hadn’t even finished cleaning him and I was going to melt down again.
“Bloss?” Declan’s hand came up to cup my cheek.
I stared at him. “I’m sorry. I was trying. I wanted to show you how much I love—I’m just still shaken up. I can’t lose you, not ever.”
Declan brushed away a tear that escaped down my cheek. Then he kissed me, gently. “I know you love me. I can feel it.”
My tears continued to flow but I shoved my sobs down, tossed away the shirt, and pulled him roughly into me. This was what I needed. This. A physical reassurance that he was here. That he was mine. That he still loved me. I yanked at his hair and pushed myself closer, mashing my breasts into his chest. Our kisses grew fiercer. He sucked on my tongue. Then he released it and bit my lower lip so hard I gasped.
I pushed him back on the rabbit’s fur cloak and leaned over him. I skimmed my teeth along his neck and lightly over his collarbone. “You’re mine, Declan,” I whispered.
“Yes.”
“No, say it!” I ordered. “Tell me.” I bit his pec savagely, letting my teeth dig into his pale skin. I marked him. Claimed him.
“Argh! I’m yours!”
I grabbed his hand and licked it, from the base of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. “Touch me.”
Declan slid his hand between our bodies as I leaned back down over him and bit his earlobe lightly. I circled the spot with my tongue and then started tracing a path up the shell of his ear.
His finger traced an oval around my opening, teasing me just right.
I leaned up on my arms and stared down into his eyes. “Tell me what my body likes best,” I breathed, as he moved his finger in, spreading my lips slightly and sending a shudder up my spine.
“You like your pussy lips touched gently,” Declan’s eyes were blue fire. “Your clit likes to wait, to be swollen and aching first. I need to touch your nipples first.”
His free hand traveled over my ribs and across my breast. His fingertips latched onto my nipple, pulling lightly in a steady motion that drove me crazy. After a minute, he started flicking my nipple with his nail. Then he pinched hard and twisted. At the same time, he dragged the finger he’d soaked in my juices up across my clit.
I clenched my teeth and mewled as my orgasm rippled up my spine. It was one of those softer, teasing orgasms. Openers. The kind that left me desperate for more.
“Again,” I moaned at Declan, taking control of his mouth.
He complied, circling, circling down near my core. His fingers at my nipple went back to a light latch.
I knew what was coming. And my anticipation grew with every lazy circle. I grew so wet that I could hear his finger as it circled.
“Now,” I said.
Declan shook his head. “Not yet.”
I smacked his side with my hand. “Now!”
