Page 60 of Destined Lovers

He sits up and leans back to give me a good once-over while he opens and shuts his mouth like a little guppy. I’ve shocked him speechless.

My heart begins to beat fast against my chest. Is he disappointed?

When I finally get the courage to look up at him, his eyes have darkened, his pupils are dilated, and his breathing has picked up.This turns him on?

His eyes hold mine. “You’re a virgin? No other man has—”

I shake my head repeatedly. “No other. It was always yours to have.”

He smirks.

“This makes you happy? Or do you have that shite-eating grin on for another reason?”

He holds his stare. “Why did you wait?”

I don’t know why but I’m still mortified about this, so I turn my head to the side and look out the window before I explain. Even though if there ever was anyone in the world I could talk freely with, it’s Declan.

“I have always been yours, Declan. Even if you didn’t know it, I never once thought otherwise. I would never let another man touch me. To me, it would have been cheating. You may not understand because I know I’m holding things back. Why I ran from everything wasn’t by choice. I needed to start over, but you were always my future. I knew when I got my life together, I would find you, and we would be together again. I would have never given myself to someone else when I still belonged to you, even if it was only in my heart.”

He leans down, positions my face so we are nose to nose, and opens his mouth, but the words don’t come. He shakes his head, then leans up to kiss my forehead.

“What am I going to do with you, angel?” he hums against my skin.

Angel.

He takes a few deep breaths and pushes up to sit, instinctively I wrap my arms and legs around him.

“Stay close.” I move my lips to kiss against his neck, his hands roaming up and down the sides of my body. From my hips up my past the sides of my breast and under my arms, taking my arms with him, pushing them above my head.

He interlocks our fingers and squeezes gently. I’m at his mercy, and I love it.

His soft kisses and hot breath against my skin have created a sheet of goose bumps while my stomach flips in anticipation.

I’m excited but equally as nervous. It’s finally happening, me and Declan, as one.

He leans back to look me in the eye. “I need to warm you up, Pip. I want you to have the least amount of pain possible.”

No, no warming up.

Of course, this is about pleasure, but right now, it’s more about the connection and sudden wave ofneedthat hits me. I’ve waited too freaking long for him.

“I want you inside of me. I want to feel the burn.”

His eyes darken. “Virgins don’t talk like that, Nora. Are you trying to kill me?”

I chuckle. When did this man get so dramatic?

“I am a twenty-nine-year-old virgin, Declan—” he growls, and his nose flares. I knew this turned him on. “I am not some shy, innocent girl. I know how this works.”

“Nora, I felt your nerves before. I can’t rush this,” he grits through his clenched jaw.

“I wasn’t nervous for this,” I say and thrust my hips a little to egg him on. “I was nervous for your reaction. So please, lean down, kiss me, and make love to me like I have been waiting for, for what feels like my whole life.”

Not a second later, Declan leans down and crashes his lips to mine. I attempt to open my mouth, but he’s already moving his lips down my neck, sucking and licking every possible thing that would turn someone on.

He continues his path down my chest and takes my hard nipple between his teeth before he bites down. I throw my head back on a groan from the pleasure that bursts through my body.

“I knew it! I saw it before. You like this. A little pain with your pleasure turns you on, babe?”

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