Page 102 of Holding You
And I want him even more.
And I have a feeling there won’t be anything soft or gentle about this with him.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back on a groan. The motion presses my waistline against his.
When I open my eyes again, I make sure his are locked on mine. I need him to hear me loud and clear and stop talking so he can ruin me.
Because I know he will.
“The only thing I regret is not letting this happen sooner. Now, kiss me and take my clothes off. Please.”
The word falls from my lips as desperate begging.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
We reach the bed, and the vibe he gives me says he’s going to toss me on it, but he doesn’t. He dips slowly to lay me back, one arm across my lower back so that he can move me to the center of the bed.
His lips find my neck and then my chest, and then he’s slowly peeling the straps of my dress over my shoulder.
My skin burns under his touch with a need I’ve never felt before.
“Just rip it off, Declan,” I say in a tone I didn’t know I had.
It’s desperate.
“And miss watching the way you come undone when I touch you? No.”
His hands glide over my shoulders, and I let out a whine that I’m not proud of.
“Please,” I beg again.
“I have a question for you.”
“Now?” I huff.
“Yes,” he says and lifts my hips to pull my dress off.
“Fine. What?”
“When you saiddry spellin your text, how long has it been since someone other than you or your vibrators got you off?”
My first thought is to argue once more that he read my text,but my body knows that the sooner I give him what he wants, the sooner he will give me what I want.
“Six years,” I answer.
He stops.
“Six years,” he repeats.
I can't decipher the look in his eyes, but it makes me cross my arms in front of my body to hide.
“No, don’t do that,” he says quickly and pulls himself together. “I didn’t mean to freeze like that. I just … six years?”
“Can you stop saying that?”
“I — How is that possible?”
“Because it is. I don’t sleep around. I’ve only ever been with Max's dad and?—”
