CHAPTER ELEVEN
Declan
I’d wanted to claim Amelia as mine, but in a turn of events I hadn’t expected, she was claiming me.
And I loved it.
Her lips were warm against mine, and I felt sure my body was going to come apart at the seams as her luscious form pressed against me.
I pushed both hands into her hair, the silky tresses sliding through my fingers. When I angled her head back, her mouth parted, giving me better access. And I took it.
“So damn sweet,” I murmured against her lips. And she was. Sweet. Sinful. Sexy as hell. And we were both going to be arrested for public indecency if I didn’t stop this… now.
Amelia moaned into my mouth and pushed up onto her toes, pressing even closer. As her fingers moved into my hair, and her nails scratched my scalp, all thoughts of stopping what was happening between us flew from my mind.
Curving an arm around her waist, I lifted her until her sex was pressed against mine through the barrier of our clothes. She was hot, whimpering, and I was desperate to make her mine.
I wanted to feel just her. No barriers. Just us, skin to skin.
Backing her under the shadow of a tree, I slid my hand under her top, feeling the silk of her warm skin against my palm. I longed to rip the material off her. Longed to drink in her flesh to my fill. Longed to taste her, slip inside her, feel her come apart under me.
I growled when she angled her head up to mine, her mouth swollen and sexy. I kissed her lips, then her cheek before grazing down her jawline to her throat. I sought out the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder, raking it with my teeth before sucking a patch of skin into my mouth, careful not to leave a mark.
I wouldn’t claim her that way… yet.
The sound of her moan vibrated through me, making my cock pulse even harder. Her slim, delicious body shuddered, and I felt the vibrations all the way to my toes.
So sweet.
Every damn thing about her was so fucking sweet.
Back to her mouth, her tongue slid against mine, gliding over it in a way that was quickly becoming addictive. The taste of her, the taste that had haunted my dreams since the moment I first kissed her, assaulted all of my senses.
I cupped her hips in my hands, the feel of her soft, supple curves imprinted on my psyche.
The clothes were an annoyance I wanted to rip away. They kept me from feeling her naked skin pressed to mine. When my fingers moved to her zipper, I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers.
“We have to stop this.”
She pressed harder against me, her fingers playing in my hair. “I know,” she whispered against my mouth.
I kissed her again, and she opened for me immediately. “You’re driving me crazy, Amelia.”
Dammit, she was.
But I had too much respect for her to fuck her up against a tree, exposed to anyone who happened by. And… if I was being truly honest, I was afraid. Not of her. Not exactly. But as addicted to her as I was becoming with just a kiss, I feared where this rabbit hole would lead if we went any further.
Was I ready for anything more?
The timing sucked since I worked so much. How much time could I give to a relationship?
Plus, she was leaving. She would be gone as soon as her father was okay, I knew it.
I needed to let her go. I needed to get her out of my mind and refocus on my dream. My work. My city.
A sweet little sigh escaped her lips, and I pulled her to me closely. I would let her go, but not yet.
I growled, exploring her mouth with my tongue, nipping at her lip with my teeth. Opening my eyes, I found her watching me too, her pupils blown from passion. Passion for me.
I imagined gazing into those eyes while she was wrapped around me, our bodies colliding together as I thrust into her over and over. I imagined how they’d darken as she came, her body trembling around my cock. I could almost hear the sound of her voice as she cried out my name.
“Declan… please…”
Yes, just like that.
The words were so sweet, and I knew what she wanted, and it took everything inside me to let her go. “Let’s get to my car.”
Her fingers linked with mine as naturally as breathing, and my pulse was pounding in my ears as I opened her door and guided her inside. Once her door was closed, I pushed my hands through my hair, trying to reclaim the control that was slowly being stripped from me.
It was no use.
The moment I was in my side of the car, she was on me, her skirt pulled up her thighs as she climbed onto my lap, her sex pressed against mine as she straddled me with a brazenness I adored. Damn, she was hot, and I knew she would be wet. With one tug of my zipper, I could be inside her within a few seconds.
But not here. Not in my car, with my driver on the other side of the window. Not like a whore I’d pick up from the street.
This was Amelia. Young, innocent…
No.
She was neither of those things. At least not in the way my mind continued to see her. A part of me felt like a dirty old man for touching her this way, kissing her this way, wanting her this way. Much like I’d felt on her graduation night.
But she was a woman now. The evidence of that was beneath my hands. The seven-year difference between thirty-two and twenty-five wasn’t the emotional gulf that it was between twenty-five and eighteen.
So… why was I still hesitating? I didn’t know.
“Tell me what you want, Amelia.”
“Make me come, Declan. Please. I need you to make this aching stop.”
I closed my eyes. The temptation was strong to unzip my pants and drive into her. Take her where we both clearly wanted to go.
But if I did, I’d never release her. I’d claim her as mine for eternity.
And I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t think she was ready for it either.
The intercom buzzed, and my driver cleared his throat. “Apologies, sir, but where is your destination?”
Amelia and I stared at each other, and it was clear what we both wanted. She licked her lips. “Home. I need to go home.”
I was relieved.
I was disappointed.
“Miss Byrne’s home, Ray,” I told him, then slid my hands up her thighs. She wanted to come? I’d give her that much, even if the steel rod in my pants didn’t get to participate. “The long way.”
“Yes, sir.”
Amelia grinned, lowering her head to kiss me again as I pushed her skirt up to her waist, then lifted my hips, pressing my sex into hers.
She gasped, the sound warming the air between us.
I loved the way her breath hitched, the little sounds she made when I lifted my hips again, grinding us together.
Unbuttoning her blouse, I pulled the cups of her bra down to reveal her glorious breasts. Her nipples were tight, ready for my mouth. I didn’t make them wait.
She wailed as my mouth closed around one stiff peak, then the other, my hands skimming up her bare thighs. The crotch of her panties was wet, and I could smell the heat of her as I rubbed both thumbs over her mound.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, moving the damp cloth aside, sliding a finger down her folds.
Her eyes closed. “Yes. So good. Please. Don’t stop.”
“Look at me, Amelia. I want to see your eyes when you shatter.”
She keened as I turned my hand, slipping a finger inside her tight body. I added a second, stretching her while my thumb circled her clit.
“If we weren’t in this car, I’d have my mouth on you. My tongue in you.” She whimpered, grinding down on my hand as she held my gaze. “That’s right, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
Twisting my hand until I found the rough patch of flesh I was searching for, I curled my fingers, stroking her there. Her entire body tightened as her pussy clamped down on my fingers, gripping me like a fist.
“Oh. Yes. Please.”
“I want your clit between my teeth,” I growled, taking her breast in my hand, pinching the nipple. “I want to suck it into my mouth, feel it vibrate on my tongue as I drive you crazy.”
I moved my hand in short, hard strokes, my fingers on her G-spot, fucking her roughly. I wanted her to feel where I’d been tomorrow. Remember how I’d made her come apart.
“Dec… please… oh…”
Damn. Watching Amelia Byrne like this was the most spectacular thing I’d ever seen.
Close to my own explosion from just watching her, it took all my willpower not to remove the barrier of my pants and sink inside her, balls deep.
But I wanted to wait. Maybe I was sadistic, but I wanted to make her beg for more. I wanted her to think about me every second we were apart. As much, I was sure, as I’d be thinking about her.
The car took a corner, and I glanced out the window. Damn, we were close to her parents’ home.
Increasing my pace, I curled my fingers even more, pressing on that internal place. Her body seized, her back arching in reaction, and I knew she was close.
“Look at me, Amelia,” I ordered when she closed her eyes. They popped open, but she looked dazed, off-centered. She was so damn beautiful, something seized in my chest.
“Declan…”
She exploded, her orgasm gushing onto my hand as she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders until I was certain she would soon draw blood.
I loved it.
Collapsing into my arms, air heaved in and out of her lungs, and I could feel her heart hammering against my chest.
Even though my body ached, and I knew my cock would probably have a permanent zipper impression down its length, I was a weird mix of completely satisfied and desperate as I held her against me, not letting go even as the car slowed and pulled to the curb.
“You’re home.”
She didn’t move, didn’t say a word until her breathing returned to normal. Very slowly, she raised her head, her cheeks a lovely pink as she smiled. “Thank you.”
Lifting the hand now sticky with her orgasm, I pressed my palm to her cheek. “Thank you.”
Before I could move to open the door, she adjusted her clothing and practically sprang across the car and was out the other side in an instant.
Watching her run away, that sweet ass swaying from side to side, I grinned.
She could run, but she couldn’t hide.