CHAPTER 12
Melissa
I can’t speak.
Or move.
Or breathe.
Declan is holding me, his strong body welding into mine. Is this really happening?
He leans in, tilting his chin and closing his eyes.
I should stop him in his tracks before things go where they’re not meant to. I should tell him no and step away.
But I don’t want to say no.
I open my mouth and allow him in.
The level of desire surging between us prepares me for the same aggression he’s demonstrated in court. He’s a man used to getting what he wants, and will stop at nothing until it’s his.
Instead the kiss is slow, lazy, sexy, the sweeps of his tongue making me moan.
Men treat me like I’ll crumble if they don’t handle me with care. Declan’s kiss is like a sinful invitation, tempting me into darkness. He leaves my mouth before I’m ready to stop, dragging his tongue to the hollow of my throat and finding the perfect place to nibble.
His hand slips beneath my T-shirt. “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against my skin.
“I don’t want you to,” I confess.
He pauses with his palm over my breast, uncertainty shimmering his blue eyes. “Are you sure?”
He circles the swell, the seductive motion tightening my nipples. “Yes,” I rasp.
He doesn’t believe me. He thinks I’m scared. He’s right. I’m terrified.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want him.
My hands glide down. I reach the edge of his shirt, peeling it off him, my fingertips burning with the desire to stroke him.
Long lean muscles make up is arms and perfect ripples define his abs. I meet his face, trying to mask my awe. Clearly, I fail.
He winks. “You’re welcome,” he says, attacking my mouth with his.
My tongue delves deep, seeking a deeper taste as he pulls me closer. He massages my breast, taking in its entirety before withdrawing to pinch the center.
I groan as he rolls a nipple, the tantalizing aggression making me ache for more. But when his lips leave my mouth to kiss me behind the ear, that awful squeak close contact produces echoes through my hearing aid.
I jerk away, leaving his arms.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod, realizing he thinks he hurt me. “Back noise,” I explain.
I reach for the hearing aid behind my left ear. The moment I slip it off, half of my sound is turned off. It’s an odd sensation, and one I’ve experienced most of my life. Yet the effect is so immediate and extreme, even now it gives me pause.
I take a breath and remove the other. The silence is profound, cocooning me in a separate space in time and muffling my elevated breaths. It’s frightening to be suddenly cut off from the world this way, to lose a vital sense so abruptly. It leaves me raw, vulnerable, in a way nothing else can.
But as I look at Declan, the way he’s waiting for me and how his body longs for my touch, and remember how this amazing man found a place in my heart, I can’t imagine anyone else I’d rather be vulnerable for.
I place the hearing aids on the shelf, stripping out of my plaid shirt and then my tank. My bra follows, my heavy breasts bouncing as they’re set free. I keep going, until the only thing that remains are my tiny pink panties. I’m not a small gal, but I like my curves.
Based on the growing bulge pressing against his jeans, Declan likes them, too.
I smile as he takes in my large and tightening tips, passing a hand along the swell of my breast. “You’re welcome, too,” I say, biting on my bottom lip.
I walk backwards into my living room. Declan follows like I’m yanking him on a leash, kicking out of his shoes and socks before losing his jeans and throwing them aside.
“Fuck,” I watch him mouth when he reaches for me, pulling me in for one hell of a kiss.
I can’t keep still, not with the way he’s tugging the pebbled point of my breasts and not when his fingers disappear beneath my panties. I’m shoving the waistband of his underwear down when his fingers circle and his mouth fastens around my nipple.
I clench down on my jaw, trying not to cry out with bliss. It’s hard. He feels so good. Heat builds at my core, slicking me, making Declan slide his fingers faster. My lashes flutter when he pushes in deeper, his momentum increasing as I arch my spine.
The slow building arousal accelerates into full-blown passion. Declan’s fingers ram faster while his teeth scrape against my dark areolas. My moaning intensifies as my orgasm builds, his touch primal, fast, taking me to my breaking point. I surrender to the ecstasy, digging my fingers into his shoulders to stay standing.
My body trembles out of control. He holds tight, prolonging the jolts of electricity spreading along my thighs until they sear through veins and overtake my entire body. As the waves lessen, I press my hands against his chest, encouraging him to sit.
I fall to my knees and tug off his briefs. My small nails drag along his bare thighs, encouraging him to open them and make room for me. “Do we need anything?”
He shakes his head. “You tell me,” I watch him say.
“No, we’re safe,” I tell him.
His eyes glaze with desire as I stroke. I lower my head to pull his thick erection into my mouth.
Declan jolts, his fingers gliding along my scalp. I can’t hear him. I only feel him. The way his body shudders and how his hips rise and fall with my increasing speed. He jerks when I go deeper with each pass, his thigh muscles clenching beneath my touch.
My eyes stay closed. I’m too shy to look. But I’m not too shy to act.
I focus on what I’m doing and how much it’s turning me on. I can’t seem to stop, my movements quickening and my suction increasing. Declan fists my hair, I know he’s watching every pull and how my lips wrap firmly around him. I think he’s going to let me finish him until he yanks me up and pulls down my panties.
Declan isn’t shy, he’s pumped for more, remaining seated as I hover above him and he spreads my legs. His heady stare latches on mine as he grips my hips, hauling me down to his mouth.
His lips seize my delicate folds, marking his territory with each flick of his tongue. I grunt as I fall forward, my knees sinking into the cushions above his shoulders.
Declan takes his time sucking and swirling his tongue, leisurely building his speed and encouraging me to rock against him. My fingers grip the rim of the couch as my orgasm peaks. I fall forward coming hard, shaking so badly I barely keep from falling forward.
My heart beats out of control. He lowers me to his lap, his tongue passing over his lips. You’re on the pill, right? I watch him mouth.
I nod, pulling the clip holding what remains of my bun.
My hair falls around my face, widening his eyes. I’m glad. I want to please him any way I can. I wait for him to start until I realize that he’s waiting for me. He wants to make sure I’m ready. He doesn’t realize I’ve never wanted anyone more.
Our lips crush together, I push up on one leg. He reaches for his erection, placing his dense head against my slick center. Our kiss breaks off and our faces scrunch as I lower myself down, his width and length stretching me slowly. It takes a long moment for our laps to connect. But once they do, I know it’s time to move.
My hips slide against his thighs, my speed accelerating. His fingers thread through my messy hair, bringing me to him so I can meet his face. “I want you,” he says, his skin flushed and his breaths ragged. “I want you so much.”
“I want you, too,” I stammer.
It’s the truth. Because whether Declan knows it or not, over these past two months, I’ve fallen in love with him.
No matter how hard I tried not to.