Below Deck

“I already told you. You make me want to change all of my plans. You make me want the storm throwing me off course. As long as you stay with me.”

He dips his head and presses his mouth to mine, holding his lips there and whispering against them one last time.

“I need you to stay with me.”

I slide my hands up his chest and wrap my arms around his shoulders, locking them together behind his neck and pushing myself up on my toes.

“Prove it.”

CHAPTER 27

Declan

After I took a shower in Mackenzie’s bathroom, I had plenty of time to sit in a chair in a dark corner of the hotel room and think about everything I needed to say to her.

All the words I wanted to say fled from my mind as soon as I heard her walk in and watched her walk right by me without even noticing I was there.

All of the words I carefully thought out and planned disappeared and I couldn’t do anything but say her name when the sight of her crying on the balcony almost killed me.

I hated myself for being the one to make her cry. I hated my insecurities and my weakness and for allowing someone to let me push her away and hurt her like this. I forgot everything I wanted to say, and all I could do was beg her to stay, over and over. All I could do was touch her and hold her and refuse to let her go and tell her I love her, hoping it would be enough.

As soon as she wrapped her arms around me, pushed her body up on her toes so we were closer to eye-level and told me to prove it, I forgot everything but how happy she makes me and how I never want to let her out of my sight for the rest of my life.

I crush my lips to hers, wrapping my arms tighter around her and lifting her body up against mine. Our mouths open at the same time and I groan into her when I feel the first slide of her tongue against mine. Turning her away from the railing of the balcony, I swirl my tongue deeper into her mouth, pouring everything I have into this kiss as I walk us a few steps until I’m pushing her up against the wall next to the open balcony doors.

My hands are everywhere all at once, needing to touch every inch of her and prove to myself that this isn’t a dream. That she’s really here, in my arms, letting me love her and letting me prove to her that I meant every word I said.

“I love you. Stay with me,” I whisper again, kissing my way down the side of her neck as my hands move up and under the edge of her shirt, sliding against the soft, smooth skin of her sides.

My teeth gently nip at the skin where her neck meets her shoulder, and I hear her head thump back against the wall as I run my tongue over that spot. My hands quickly move up under her shirt until I’m pushing her bra up and out of the way and finally have her breasts in my hands.

She moans my name when I knead them in my palms and rub my thumbs over her hardened nipples, the sound of my name on her lips making my dick swell and thicken in my pants. I bend my knees and then push up between her legs, lifting her off the ground as she wraps her legs around my waist. I push myself against her core, needing her to feel how much I want her.

How much I need her, and how much I love what she does to me.

With her legs wrapped tightly around me, I thrust my hips between her thighs, pushing her higher up the wall and rubbing my cock against her, aching for her and needing her so much I can’t think straight.

She removes her arms from around my shoulders long enough to help me yank her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side before wrapping my hands around her breasts again, pushing them up as I dip my head and circle my tongue around one nipple.

“Stay with me,” I whisper against her, before wrapping my lips around her nipple and sucking it hard, into my mouth.

Her fingers slide through my hair, clutching the short strands into her fists and holding me in place as I suck and lick and torture her with my tongue. Her hips start moving as she moans in pleasure, sliding herself over my cock that is so fucking hard I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get inside of her soon.

I need her. I want her. I love her, but I won’t take what I want until she gives me the words.

“Stay with me,” I demand softly, pulling my mouth away from her breast and standing up straighter so I can see her face as I slide my hands up her bare thighs.

Her hips are still moving, rubbing against my cock, and I grab her hip in one hand to hold it still, and pull myself back just enough to slip my other hand between her thighs.

I stare into her eyes as I tug aside the cotton material of her shorts and the tips of my fingers come in contact with her hot, wet skin.

“Stay with me,” I beg, watching her lips part with a gasp and her eyes glaze over with lust when I plunge two fingers inside of her tight heat, hard and fast.

I slide my hand off her hip and move it around to her lower back, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her closer as I fuck my fingers into her, bringing my thumb up to gently circle around her swollen clit.

She rocks her hips against my hand, pulling my fingers in deeper, forcing my thumb to brush against her clit harder until she’s whimpering my name with every breath she takes.

One of her arms flies down from around my shoulder and she wedges it between us, bending her knees and spreading her legs wider to make room for both of our hands as I continue pumping my fingers in and out of her and she quickly undoes my jeans.

It’s my turn to moan her name loudly when I feel her hand wrap around my cock, pulling it out of my pants and squeezing it as she runs her palm up and down the length.

When her thumb rubs over the head of my cock, spreading pre-come all around the tip, I jerk my fingers out of her and shove her hand away, replacing it with my own as I hold myself in my fist and slide my cock through her wetness.