“Please,” she said. She reached for him, touching his bare chest. Then her hands traveled up to his neck, and she wrapped her arms around him. “Please, Declan. Come to bed with me.”
Chapter 6
In all of her life, Zoa had never been blunt with a man. Never. She hadn’t been blunt with Timothy Jergenson in the 7th grade. She hadn’t been honest with Ryder Mockingbird in 9th. She hadn’t been truthful with Peter Smith during senior year, and she hadn’t been honest with Weston Winters in college. No, she hadn’t slept with all of those men, or even most of them. She definitely hadn’t told them what she wanted, though.
Well, now, apparently, she’d gotten over her fear of dudes.
It was strange, really. Out of all of the men she’d ever faced, it seemed as though she’d held little bits of herself back. Why wasn’t she feeling that way with this man? With him, she felt different. Zoa didn’t want to hold anything back with him. She felt open and honest, and she felt a little bit wild. She wanted to be herself with Declan, she realized. She wanted to be forthcoming, and she wanted him to see everything that she was.
Sometimes, being a human was hard because there were all of these social rules about what you could and couldn’t do.
You could go on a date, b
ut you couldn’t sleep with someone the first time you went out.
You could sleep with someone, but you couldn’t sleep with someone too fast.
You could have sex with someone, but you couldn’t ask them for sex straight up.
Well, she was kind of blowing those rules out of the water tonight, wasn’t she? She was going all out, and she was wildly excited about it. She wanted Declan to see everything she had to offer, and what she had to offer was herself. All of herself. She wasn’t under the impression that Declan wanted a relationship with her, and she wasn’t under the impression that this would be some wild and wonderful way to thank him for all that he’d done for her.
She just wanted him.
Zoa had a pretty good idea that he wanted her, too, judging by the way he’d been looking at her all evening. He’d been hard when she sat in his lap. He’d liked it. She’d loved it, too. Touching him felt right and good and perfect. Now she had a chance to take things forward. She was going to shoot her shot. What was he going to say?
“Come to bed with me,” she repeated. His face didn’t change. Had he heard her? He must have heard her. A quick glance at his pants let her know that he had definitely, totally heard her. Yeah. He knew what she wanted. He had heard.
“Zoa, nothing has to happen,” he said. Declan’s voice sounded thick, like it was hard for him to get the words out. He was aroused, she realized. He was turned on because of her, and she liked that. It delighted her, really. Now, despite the fact that he wanted her, too, he was being polite. He was offering her an out.
“I want it to,” she said.
“I don’t have any expectations.”
“I do.”
“Oh?” Declan raised an eyebrow, as though the idea of a woman having expectations amused him.
“Yes,” Zoa nodded. Her arms were still around his neck. She wiggled her feet closer to his, so their bodies were pressed even more tightly against each other. She could feel his cock now, straining at his pants. It wanted to be free. She could tell. She wanted it to be free, too.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want this,” Zoa reached between them and started rubbing his cock over his pants. It was thick and hard, and her body hummed with need. She was like a cat, purring with happiness. Only, she wanted even more than this. “I want you inside of me.”
She knew she was being bold. This was the most direct Zoa had ever been with a man, and it had nothing to do with the fact that Kellen had abducted her and stolen her away and broken her down. Nope. Nothing like that.
Her desire for Declan was separate. She knew that in her heart. Okay, so someone looking in from the outside might not get it. They might think that she was being crazy or stupid or silly, but she wasn’t. She knew that she wasn’t.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, little human.”
“I think I know.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“Tell me you want to play, too.”
He growled, and then he kissed her. Hard and fast and deep, he kissed her like he meant it. His hands were in her hair and then her face, cupping it. He pulled her close to himself and he claimed her mouth for himself. She’d never felt so dominated before. She’d never felt so taken by a lover. Over and over, Declan kissed Zoa, and she wondered how she’d never found someone to kiss her like this before.
He was addicting. That’s what Declan was. He was like a drug: a tasty, delicious drug, and she wanted more of him. His hands were on her face, but hers were on his chest, and then they were dipping down into his pants. His cock. She was touching his cock. She started stroking him quickly, desperate to make him feel as good as she did right now. A groan escaped his lips.