Page 110 of Destined Lovers

“Don’t get stabby with me, Pip,” I pull her into me and kiss her again, “I’m going to run to the office to grab something and take a car home. I’ll be back for lunch. We can go out then.”

“Your office?” She squeaks, “How far is that?”

“Six miles.”

“You’re crazy.” She pulls away and walks toward the bathroom, removing her shirt as she goes. I don’t let her get far, grabbing her by the waist and tugging her back into my chest.

I brush her hair off to the side, bite her ear, and watch her nipples pebble with arousal. “Do you hate running? Or doing cardio all together? Because I can’t imagine it being the latter. You bounce on my cock so well, and love that workout.”

“Declan,” she moans as I slowly lick around her ear and take her nipple between my fingers, twisting and teasing her.

She pushes her plump arse into my hard-on, and I pinch her nipple harder in a painful way I know turns her on.

“God, Declan. More please,” she pants, rubbing into me. I kiss her with an open mouth, trailing my tongue along her slender neck, then pull back, using every possible restraint I have in my body. “No,” I lean down and slap her arsehard.

“Ouch,” she says on a moan.

She loves it.

“Later, Nora,” I rasp, “I’m leaving.”

She narrows her eyes, stepping back into my personal space. Determination laced through those honey hazel eyes.

“Don’t,” I warn. “I need to get to the office.”

“Since when did you get so bossy? I’m the boss in this relationship.”

I lean down, so we’re eye to eye, letting a growl escape my lips. I love the push and pull between us. She’d be buck naked, spread, and tied to the bed if I had more time.

“Let’s get one thing straight, angel. You may be the boss outside the bedroom, but inside these walls, I’m the one in charge.” Her breath picks up, and she crosses her legs to ease the ache that I know all too well.

She’s turned on.

Nora might like to be in charge day to day, but my dominance turns her on in the bedroom. It has since the first time I had her.

I step out of reach before I go back on my word. If I take her now… I can’t even think about it because even watching her walk away has my dick throbbing. I slide my eyes over her body. Her smooth, slender back and the sway of her curvy hips hypnotize me into a trance that’s almost impossible to break. As she walks, she moves her arm slightly, and I get a glimpse of her tattoo. Knowing she did that alone has me in knots. I wanted to be there for her first tattoo. I wanted to end the old and start the new chapter of our lives together, but I get why she did it. She wanted it to be already started the second we were back together. And for that, I can’t fault her.

I would have done the same thing.

I wish I could redo mine in her handwriting as she has done for hers. I love that something so personal to us has been marked on her with something that’s mine.

The only thing Idohate is that I bet that gobshite Bennett was there with her. Looking at her body laid out on the tattoo table, maybe even holding her hand through the pain.

It makes me murderous thinking about it, and I am not a jealous person by nature. I give shite to Wills daily for being a fecking lunatic with Sadie, and for the first time, I get it.

I cast my eyes toward Nora in the bathroom while I lean down to tie my running shoes and furrow my brows. What’s that look on her face?

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I walk up beside her.

Without thinking, she reaches up to run her hand along my arm, rubbing small circles, her eyes trained on the bathroom mirror.

“Nothing. On the contrary, everything is perfect. I don’t even know what it means, but I love it. What does it say?” She smiles.

I chuckle, “Aimer, ce n’est pas se regarder l’un l’autre, c’est regarder ensemble dans la même direction.” I read the quote I left for Nora on the mirror from Antoine de Saint- Exupéry.

“He’s saying that love is not looking at each other but looking in the same direction. I, of course, look at you and see love, however when I look in the direction of our future, I see what makes up our love. I see our one million children and, of course, our loved ones. I see respect and unconditional love for one another, and I think you see the same.”

“Can you stop?” She sniffles.

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