Page 7 of Truce: Declan
I suck in a tentative breath.
I’ve been with my share of guys but never had any of them been this well-endowed. My mouth goes dry, and I lick my lips, staring at him, unable to tear my gaze away.
“Having second thoughts?” Noah asks, his hands on my hips as he grazes the elastic on my panties, his fingers sliding along my waist, slowly inching the material down.
I shake my head, my gaze locked on his. “Never.” I lean on my tiptoes, reaching his lips, pulling him down for another searing kiss as I drag him with me back onto the mattress.
He straddles my hips, pinning me under his weight. “Dominate me,” I whisper, staring up at him, challenging him as he grabs my arms, lifting them above my head. He pushes them against the mattress, holding them together with one hand while the other roams over my breasts. “Did you bring a condom?” I ask, realizing where this is heading.
He grumbles and pulls back. “Let me check my wallet.”
I miss the warmth of his body as I shuffle to the edge of the bed, watching as he scours through his pants pocket for his wallet. He opens it and glances inside. “I didn’t exactly plan for this tonight,” he admits.
“Me either,” I say and bite down on my bottom lip. “I mean, I was hoping, but in a rush to get ready, I forgot to stop at the drug store down the street.”
“I can run out to the store.”
“In the rain?” I shake my head. Would he even come back? “We can do other things. I can return the favor,” I say, pulling him back onto the bed to lie down.
“I wasn’t expecting a status quo,” he says.
“A status quo? Is that what we’re calling it?” I laugh and sweep my hair to the side as I straddle him.
“I have a better idea. Turn around. 69.” He gestures with his finger for me to turn and face the other way.
"That's a better idea?" I ask, and the lights flicker from the storm and then go out.
I curse under my breath, not that I haven't done this in the dark, but I was enjoying the sight of Noah's cock and wanted to memorize every detail in case this is a one-time thing. While I don't usually go out with guys twice, for Noah, I could make an exception.
Especially if that exception involves condoms for our next get-together.
Thunder hammers overhead, and the room momentarily brightens with a flash of lightning.
I shuffle around on the bed, trying not to knee him in the groin, given the fact that I can't see anything. His hands are on my hips, helping me move. "Don't tell me you're scared of the dark," he says.
"Scared? No, but I was enjoying taking a mental picture of your goods."
"My goods?"
I wish the lights were on because I'm pretty sure he's smiling right now. I can hear the laughter in his words, the amusement from my little comment on his not-so-little package.
My stomach grumbles obnoxiously to the point that there's no way he didn't hear that I'm starving. We skipped dinner, and while I planned on making something when I got home after our coffee date, that plan got sidelined.
"We should eat before we continue our festivities," Noah says. He smacks my bottom, and I jump from the sudden contact. The sting is slight and feels rather pleasant, not that I'd confess that to him. "Next time, just tell me when you're hungry."
I laugh under my breath. "I'm hungry. Come on, let's order takeout, and maybe we can convince them to bring us a pack of condoms too."
Noah wrestles me around, pinning me beneath him. "I like the way you think, Red."
"Three nicknames in just under three hours," I chide. I'm unsure how long we've been on thiscoffee date,but I can't help but tease him.
"Just trying them out to see what sticks."
Noah insists on paying for dinner, and we order Indian food and have it delivered. In under an hour, our food arrives. Noah is dressed back into his clothes and offers to grab it downstairs while I set up the living room with candles to help make it easier to see our meals and each other.
I slipped into a pair of comfy sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Maybe I should be dressing to impress Noah, but he's already seen me naked, and the lights haven't come back on yet from the storm.
It takes a few minutes before he returns, showing me the bag of delivery and the special foil packet between his fingers, sporting a single sealed condom wrapper.
