“That’s crazy,” I say.
“That was my reaction too,” Declan says.
I’m glad that Declan and I have a business in common. We talk about that all afternoon until shadows form around us.
“We should think about dinner,” Declan says. “Do you want to go out?”
“No,” I say. “The ideas I have for the evening won’t work well with an audience.” I make my voice husky and suggestive.
Desire jumps into Declan’s eyes. “Oh yeah. I’m sure I can rustle up some sandwiches for dinner.”
“Later.” I slide off the stool and move to the door. I turn back, and with a crook of my index finger, I beckon him to follow me.
I need a shower, but I need Declan with me. I need to feel his hard, masculine body against mine. He’s right behind me as I go up the stairs to my room and straight to the shower.
“I need company,” I tell him as I begin to strip off my clothes.
Declan follows suit, his heated gaze on me. Declan has a way about him that makes me feel like I belong on the cover of playboy magazine. He makes me feel ten feet tall and just as sexy.
When we’re both naked, he takes my hand and leads me into the shower. He turns the water on and pulls me into his arms. His hands circle me to cup my ass, and I palm his chest, loving the feel of hard muscle underneath.
His cock presses against my body, making me tremble with thoughts of how it will feel to have him fill me completely. Is it possible for a woman to be addicted to sex with a particular man?
“You look so thoughtful,” Declan says, sliding his hand along my jawline. He brushes my lips with his then stares into my eyes.
“I was wondering whether it’s possible to be addicted to sex with someone?” I murmur.
He chuckles softly. “That would make two of us.” The hand on my ass pulls me against the hardness of his cock.
Arousal juices pour out of me and coat my thighs. I wrap my hands around his neck, crushing my breasts against his chest, and open my mouth in an invitation.
He brings his lips to mine, and as soon our mouths touch, time stops, and all I can think of is how awesome it feels to kiss him. His woodsy scent surrounds me as our tongues do a dance of their own. My skin feels as if it’s been lit on fire.
He tastes of coffee and a sweet scent that is distinctly Declan. He rocks softly against my thighs as though he can’t wait to penetrate me. I drop one hand between us and wrap it around his cock. I gasp into his mouth.
I’d forgotten just how hard Declan gets. Like a steel rod. My whole body trembles at the thought of having it inside me, pushing my pussy walls and making me breathless.
Declan groans and rocks into my hand. His cock is already wet from precum, and as he rocks, the sticky liquid spreads to the rest of it. I love foreplay as much as the next woman, but right now, I can’t wait. A sense of urgency comes over me. As if I’ll die if he doesn’t take me right then and there.
I turn around in a pose I know that Declan cannot resist. His favorite bathroom style. I place my palms on the wall and bend over, sticking my ass in the air.
“Damn, woman,” he growls before I feel him behind me stroking my ass before his hand slides between my legs to my pussy. It’s my turn to groan when his big hand cups my pussy.
“Is this all mine?” he says.
Intense guilt floods me when I remember how close I came to throwing away what we have. “Yes,” I manage to say.
I writhe when he brushes his fingers along my soaking wet slit. “I’m ready for you,” I tell him.
He replaces his fingers with his cock and brushes it up and down.
I buck my hips in an effort to take it in. “Please,” I whimper. I feel as if I’m going to lose it completely if I don’t have him. Now.
He must sense the urgency in my voice. I feel his cock at the entrance of my pussy, before he plunges it in, deep into me. I feel it in my stomach before Declan withdraws again and plunges it back in forcefully.
Screams fill the shower cubicle, and it takes a moment to realize that they are coming from my mouth. The sweetness of having his cock inside me is akin to the first time we had sex.
He gets into a rhythm and mutters sweet words into my ear. Words that inflame me further. Words that remind me what a fool I am if I was willing to give up what we had for what? For another lie.