Page 95 of The Bossy One

“We shouldn’t,” I said, even as I wound my hands in his soft hair, and shivered against the rough prick of stubble on his jaw. “We said we wouldn’t.”

“Just kissing, then,” Declan said and, even though I knew that was the mother of all lies, I let him guide me back onto the bed. The mattress shifted under our weight as he crawled over me, his hand shaking as he tugged at the tie on my robe. “I could live on your kisses, Olivia.”

I shook my head, blushing. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I am not.” He traced his hand reverently over the thin fabric of my camisole. My pulse pounded at his touch.

Muscle memory fused together with lust, and I started on the buttons of his shirt.

One more time,I told myself.I just need one more time.

Declan caught my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand. “Don’t distract me,a ghrá. I haven’t had you for days. I intend to savor you.” He looked straight into my eyes and, even though I could have said a million different things, I said nothing. “And I intend to take my time.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

How was a girl supposed to resist that?

I felt helpless, and turned on, and cared for, and…

His mouth found my breast, sucking me through the thin fabric of my camisole, and I lost the ability to think.

“I’ve missed you so damn much,” he murmured, his voice broken. “I miss spending time with you, and I miss hearing you laugh, and I miss you storming into my office and ruining my concentration. Do you know what you do to me, Olivia?”

“It’s only been three days.” I gasped, arching helplessly under the onslaught of his mouth. His stubble, his lips, his tongue…my senses were overpowered, flooded with pleasure.

“Iknow,” he said, like he was mad about that. Like he intended to punish and worship me for it.

So I surrendered. I surrendered to his hands on my body, by turns hungry and gentle. I surrendered to his mouth, and his words, and this spell he was casting. He acted like I was special, the only woman in the world for him. And for those precious minutes, I let myself believe it.

“Delicious,” he murmured, his lips slowly making the hike down to my belly. “Every inch of you is…” He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he pressed his mouth against my underwear, the pressure of his touch nearly driving me mad. I arched my back and, on instinct, threaded my fingers on his hair.

For a moment there, I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing.

“Delicious,” he finally repeated, using nothing but his teeth to peel my panties off. He threw them to the corner and dove back in for me. At times gentle, at times rough, he did what he’d promised—he savored me, and he took his sweet time doing it.

I bit down on my bottom lip, trying not to moan, but it was impossible. Every stroke of his tongue, every deliberate movement of his fingers…it was all too good.

I felt electric—I feltalive.

“Declan…” I breathed out, his name rolling off from between my lips as if it weighed a ton. “Declan, I… I think I…”

“Don’t,” he said, his lips moving almost too tenderly against my aching body. “Don’t think.”

What else could I do but obey?

I closed my eyes and let a tidal wave of pleasure wash over me, my muscles tensing and spasming in turns. With my heels digging into the mattress, I held tight to his hair and pressed myself against his mouth, momentarily losing all control.

“Yes,” Declan said once I’d collapsed. “Just like that.”

“We are…” I was so out of breath it was hard to speak. “We are not done.”

I forced myself up and rolled on top, taking control, so that I could kiss him as much as I needed. Declan let me. He was a man drugged with desire. Desire forme. Then again, it was mutual—had I ever needed anyone as much as I needed him?

I loved the way his hands tensed on my hips when I softly bit his bottom lip. I loved the smooth strength of his arms, his chest, his thighs. I loved the way he spanked me when I teased him a little too long, and threatened me with wonderful things if I didn’t let him inside menow.

I loved the way he groaned when I gripped his cock and brushed him against my entrance.

“Shit. Wait. Condom,” he gasped. “I didn’t bring...”

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