“Yes, Declan,” I breathe.
“You will not touch yourself in any way. Not your nipples or your pretty pussy. They’re mine, and I don’t plan on sharing them tonight.”
God, this man does things to me.
“What are you smirking at, my gorgeous girl?”
I shimmy on the spot. “I love when you get all domineering. It only makes my ache for you burn deeper.” I lean up on my tiptoes and pull at his shirt so he’ll bend close to my mouth.
“I don’t have to think about all those things. I’m already dripping wet from your words,” I purr, before turning and heading to the bedroom, leaving him behind with that.
22
Nora
It’s been foreversince I’ve come upstairs. I’m lying here withering on the bed like a fish out of water when I finally hear Declan’s footsteps coming up the stairs.
What the hell took him so long?
He enters the room and doesn’t even glance in my direction.
Huh?
“What’s wrong?” I frown.
He finally turns his head. Immediately his eyes snap downward, smirking.
Well, shite.
I snap my legs shut and widen my eyes as he tries to suppress a laugh. I’d forgotten I was lying there spread open, waiting for him.
He walks to my side of the bed, leans down, and kisses me softly. I look up into his eyes, and they’ve changed from earlier.
Back to my sweet man.
He takes off his watch and puts it in my wooden box that sits on my side table. The one he made me when we were kids. Luckily, when he ravaged Agnes’s house for all my paintings, he took the box with all our special memories along.
“Nothing… just… what was Ethan thinking?”
Ah, he’s annoyed about them.
He starts to undress, and my brain fizzles out for a second before I can answer. How is it that I always want this man?Bad.
“They weren’t even doing anything besides sitting close to one another.”
“You know as well as me that it looked much friendlier.”
I shrug, confused about what the big deal is.
“Nora, they’re ten years apart,” he huffs.
“Oh please, you care about that? They’re both adults.” He takes his trousers off last, his dick already hard, pressed up against his stomach. Shite, every time I see him, it’s like I’ve forgotten how big he is.
I watch him walk back over to me, my eyes lingering on the tattoo on his heart. He pushes me forward so he can climb into the bed behind me, pulling me between his legs.
“Normally, I wouldn’t. However, Penelope lives under my roof, and I don’t want an older man taking advantage of her. Ethan is in a fecked up spot right now in his life. He knows better than to mix work with pleasure.”
“You don’t trust Ethan?” I gasp.