Page 50 of Sweet Revenge
The sounds she made, the way her body arched against him in one fluid motion when he teased her nipples, the way her hands roamed over his skin. No woman had ever invaded every single one of his senses like Evie O’Brian.
He wanted to take his time with her in a way he couldn’t earlier, to remind himself why no one else had ever mattered, to make her sob his name and beg for release.
Her hands gripped his head as he teased first one nipple and then the other one before kissing between her breasts and down over her stomach. He nibbled and licked his way up her thigh and across her hip as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, helping her step out of them.
When he slicked the flat of his tongue against her slit, her knees wobbled, but he wrapped his arms around her, cupping her ass in his hands as he flicked his tongue against her clit, once, twice, a third time, retreating each time.
He grazed his teeth against it, making her shudder as he slid his hand down to slide a finger inside her, pumping it in and out as he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking so she bucked against him, her voice hoarse when she said his name.
He could feel her orgasm building in the way her muscles quivered and her hips jerked, and he worked his tongue and finger against her, inside her, driving her closer and closer to the edge until finally she cried out, her nails raking over the exposed skin of his neck.
When she went limp, he stood and scooped her up, carrying her to the edge of the bed, grinning as she collapsed back against the covers. He watched her for a minute, the rosy flush of her skin, the quick rise and fall of her chest as she got her breath back, the satisfied smile she gave him. He’d never in his life seen anyone more beautiful.
“You’ve certainly gotten better at that. And instead of jealous, I’ll just be grateful.” She sat up to make quick work of his belt and zipper while he undid the buttons on his shirt, flinging it across the room.
“You’re the only one that ever really mattered,” he murmured, covering her body with his, pressing kisses against her shoulder, scoring it with his teeth.
“That was exactly the right thing to say.”
Sliding his hand over her breast, he grinned, enjoying the way she arched up against him when he pinched her nipple and twisted it roughly. He moved his fingers down her belly to cup her, wet in his hand. He slid another finger inside her, watching her eyes go smoky as she bucked up against his hand.
He slid in another finger, making her gasp as his thumb circled her clit, dragging her toward another orgasm as his head dipped to draw her nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his tongue while her fingernails dug into the skin of his back.
He pushed her harder and faster toward the edge until she all but sobbed his name, and as she was coming down, he slid inside her—slow, deep, deliberate. He gripped the sheets in his fists as she clenched and pulsed around his cock, wrapping her long legs around his waist and pulling him in deeper.
He wanted to go slow, to savor every minute he was inside her in case it never happened again, but the way she was writhing underneath him, grinding her hips against his, he wasn’t sure he had enough control to take it slow. He pressed a kiss to her lips, dragging his teeth over her lower lip and nibbling his way across her jaw as he slid slowly in and out.
Her breath hitched as she leaned up to nibble his earlobe and whisper, “Declan. Fuck me.”
He groaned and slid his hand down to cup her ass, digging his fingers in as he held her tight against him. When she arched up against him, her hard nipples dragging against his chest, he pulled back and drove into her. Her nails bit into his skin, raking down his back as he thrust again.
No, she wouldn’t get slow and gentle tonight. And she didn’t seem to want it, meeting him thrust for thrust as her legs tightened around his waist and her body slid against his. When he felt her body go taut, he thrust harder, faster, and when she clenched around him with her own release, he emptied himself inside her.
Her fingertips made lazy circles across his back, and he knew he should move so he didn’t crush her. When he rolled onto his back, he reached for her, tucking her up against his side, smiling when she curled around him again.
“I should probably invest in a box of condoms if we’re going to do that again. I wasn’t thinking.”
“No,” she said, voice dreamy.
“No?”
“I’m protected, and I haven’t been with anyone else since I last got tested.” Her fingers stilled on his chest. “Have you?”
He covered her hand with his. “No, I haven’t either.”
She stifled a yawn, snuggling in closer. “Good. Then nothing between us.”
He smiled, and when he felt her body relax, her breathing deep and even, he couldn’t imagine anywhere else he’d rather be.
ChapterTwenty-Four
When Evie woke, the sunlight fell in bright slashes across the bed and floor. She sighed at the feel of Declan’s chest against her back, the way his arm wrapped protectively around her waist, holding her tight against him. She could feel his breath warm against her shoulder.
Last night had been…so much more than she ever imagined was possible to feel with him again. Really, Declan was the only man who had ever made her feel anything at all. It was why last night had been so dangerous.
He was all-consuming, and she had been sucked into his orbit a second time. She could get up, leave, and resolve never to do that again, but she was older now. She wasn’t a girl anymore, lovesick and head over heels. It was possible to have her fun with Declan, to feel alive and electrified in his arms, and not be consumed by him.
There was no point in regretting something she wanted to do again anyway—as many times as possible. She was sore in places she didn’t even remember existed, and that was its own delicious aftermath. Regret was pointless. She was going to focus on enjoying herself instead.
