Page 53 of Between Commitment and Betrayal
I wiggled the last part of my arms into the material. “Give me a minute, then.”
One side of his mouth kicked up, showing one of his dimples. “Finish getting dressed, babe. I’m staying.”
“What? You don’t think I will?” I narrowed my eyes into slits and poked his big dumb shoulder. He was wearing a white V-neck with aviators hanging on the collar that hugged his pecs. His shirt tapered down to black shorts and he had slip-on moccasins.
Business Declan was hot, but Casual Declan was divine.
“I think you might take your precious time. Maybe formulate a whole schedule in your head or map out every scenario this day could turn into.” He cracked his knuckles. “I’m too impatient for that. Plus, you need to live without thinking too much about it for a day.”
As I stared at him, I wondered if he knew how much I wanted to, if he knew that my mind was swimming with every idea already regarding my mother’s phone call. I wondered if he could make me forget it too, if him making the decisions today would allow me a moment where I didn’t need to worry, where I felt safe.
My hands crept up over my thighs to my panties, and I hooked my thumbs in slowly.
Declan didn’t turn around. Instead, he sat on the soft comforter of my bed and leaned back to watch.
“Not going to turn around?”
“Why would I? People pay millions to have masterpieces in their homes, to stare at them displayed for their eyes only. You naked in front of me is a masterpiece, and I don’t intend to ever miss an opportunity to stare, babe.”
I let the panties fall and the lace fabric caused goose bumps to pebble over my legs. My body reacted to him so quickly I knew I was already wet. He’d gotten ahold of something I wanted no man to have.
My lust for him.
My desire.
And my trust in him grew. Exponentially. Dangerously.
Declan waited for me, coaxing and persuading in measures. He demanded, but he also offered praise, a safe word, and a way out if I wanted it.
He handed me pants he’d picked out, and I slid them on slowly in front of him.
No words were exchanged. We didn’t need them. His gaze on me, watching and lingering where he wanted, was enough.
By the time I was dressed, I wanted to get undressed again.
“Ready?” He clapped his hands together like we were simply going to go about our day.
I wanted to scream, and we hadn’t even done anything yet.
“Where are we going?” I turned to my mirror and fluffed my curls.
He walked around my room, taking in everything. “A little place about twenty minutes away.” He stopped and grabbed several hair bands that I had in a small jar on my dresser, putting them on his wrist one by one.
I swiped on some mascara and was applying lip gloss but stopped and pointed the applicator toward his wrist. “What are you doing?”
“You always forget these things.” He shrugged like it was nothing, but my heart pounded harder and harder against my chest for him.
“I can wear them, Declan.”
“You could, but I’m going to instead.” Then he pointed at my makeup. “You don’t need any of that. Your face is fine.”
“My face is fine?” I chuckled and turned to swipe another coat of gloss on.
“You’re beautiful.” He suddenly was right behind me, his stare taking me in as he leaned close and nestled into my hair near my neck. “Makeup won’t change that your eyes rival the color of the sea, Drop. Or that your lips were made to be kissed by mine.”
Why did my thighs instantly tremble at his words? I gulped and said, “Fine. I guess this is all you’re getting today since you’re rushing me.”
He slid his arm around me without hesitation and pushed my curls out of the way so he could lick right below my ear. “This gloss and the way you look… like you just rolled out of bed… it makes me think of having you in it.”
