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He chuckled and said, “I take it that you like what you see.”
“Oh, I fucking do,” I said.
"You can still change your mind, even though I'm buck naked and so fucking hard that I can barely see straight. You can change your mind at any time, you understand?"
It was obviously taking all his self-restraint not to have his way with me.
I nodded, and then, to prove my point, I pushed him farther away, getting down from the table. I quickly undressed, pushing off my pants and my panties both at once. His eyes darkened and zeroed in on my pussy, and I swear I got wet from the way he watched me. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I now stood completely naked in front of him.
I was acutely aware of my scar. I didn’t need to glance down at it to remember the pink-and-white skin stretching between my belly button and my sternum. But the way Declan looked atme… God. He was drinking me in and didn’t seem to care one bit about the scar.
And to my astonishment, neither did I.
CHAPTER 14
LIZ
“Liz,you’re amazing. You're sure?" he asked again.
"Yes.”
“Because if you’re not ready, I'll wait until you are."
"Iamready, Declan. I want this. You."
“This is not a one-and-done. I want you to know that. That’s not how I roll.” His words didn’t scare me. Instead they ignited something within me that told me I was more than okay with that.
“Understood.”
The man was a work of art. Of course, he'd always been impressive, but seeing him naked, that was an entirely different thing. He had all his clothing off, and I could really look at all of him. His muscles were unreal, defined to perfection. He had more of an athlete’s physique than that of a lawyer. His body wasn’t lean but a bit bulky, and I wanted to touch him all over.
Out of habit, I started to move my hand over my belly. I wasn’t self-conscious in the least; it was a learned reaction from everything I’d gone through.
“Don’t cover yourself, Liz. I want to see you, all of you. You're damn beautiful.”
“The scar isn't.” I wasn’t sure why I mentioned it; maybe I wanted a response, his assurance that it didn’t affect him.
“Allof you is damn beautiful,” he said slowly, emphasizing every word. And I believed him. “I'm going to prove to you tonight how amazing you are, that you deserve the world. I'm going to give you pleasure, Liz. A lot of it.”
“I can't wait,” I said with bated breath. I didn’t say it out loud, but he’d soon experience all the wicked things I wanted to do to him too.
“I'm going to do so many things with you. Tomorrow you won't remember anything except the pleasure I gave you.”
He kissed me hard and hot as we moved to the bedroom. When we stepped inside, he skimmed his hand down my face and my neck, lowering it until he reached my stomach. With his thumb, he touched the length of my scar. I kept my eyes trained on him. He didn't even flinch. Then he moved his hand farther down. Kissing the side of my neck, he trailed his fingers down my stomach, past my navel, right to my pussy. He spread my thighs apart and pressed his middle finger against my pussy. I buckled from the sensations as goose bumps broke out on my skin. He moved his fingers slowly up and down, rubbing my sensitive flesh in slow, controlled strokes.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. This was going to be my undoing. Every stroke sent tingles all over my body, starting from my center.
He kept exploring my neck and shoulders. His left hand moved down my back, cupping one buttock firmly. I felt my orgasm formingeverywhere. I couldn't explain it. It was like a giant wave starting from the depths of my body, and it hit me without warning. I cried out loud. My legs shook, my belly muscles tightened, and my head fell back. My body was moving of its own accord like I had no control. And I didn’t; Declan held every ounce of my control. He kissed my neck and then put meon the bed. I was still breathing hard, and I closed my eyes, my head spinning from his ministrations.
I gasped when I felt him kissing down my body, drawing the tip of his nose across the scar and then pressing his lips to it. A wave of emotion rolled over me. Suddenly, every sensation was magnified. I could barely breathe from the intensity of it.
Opening my eyes, I saw Declan looking up at me. He kept moving down until he was between my legs. I couldn't hold his gaze anymore. Watching this mountain of a man completely focused on my pleasure sent me over the edge.
I looked away, and then I cried out when I felt the tip of his tongue around my clit, pressing flat against it. I moaned, buckling beneath his ministrations. And then a groan tore from me when he pushed his tongue inside me. I came again, so hard that my vision went completely dark for a few seconds. I was acutely aware of the fact that I was tugging at the sheets.
Finally, I regained my sight. Declan was standing on his feet, gently looking at me.
“You're so damn beautiful,” he said.
