Finding a positive in the fact that she didn’t outright leap off the fucking bed and head for her cell phone, I told her wryly, “I was more worried about the blackmailer going to the cops. I stopped being scared of Da when I was nineteen.”
“What happened then?”
My jaw worked. “I’d just lost you and stopped giving a shit about most things.”
* * *
AELA
If there wasanything he could have said that would blow me away, it was that.
‘I’d just lost you and stopped giving a shit about most things.’
I mean, everything about this afternoon blew me away. From the fact he had several lost classics tucked inside his wall, to how I’d rubbed one off on him against the frickin’ door.
I mean, the man was ill.Ill!I’d ridden him like a damn pony, but…
Inwardly, I sighed.
My trouble was I liked ‘naughty’.
I more than liked it.
It was exciting. He’d always excited me. I knew it was weird, knew it was a bit of sickness considering what he did for a living, but I’d never been frightened. The danger junkie in me enjoyed it… Okay, so my morals were questionable.
Without a shadow of a doubt, those classics should be in a museum. I knew that. They belonged to the public. That level of mastery, that joyousness, shouldn’t be owned by one person, coveted by one man. It should be in a world-famous collection somewhere…
Only it wasn’t.
It was here.
God help me, I wanted to fuck in front of them. I wanted to have him go down on me in front of something so magnificent it just elevated things to a whole other degree.
Not only were they majestic, awe-inspiring, they were stolen. They wereillicit. They were tucked away, with only him and me knowing the truth.
All three of those things got my juices flowing.
Throw in that this was Declan?
Only the fact he was injured was stopping me from climbing over him like ivy.
I wanted on him worse than poison oak, no lie.
Every issue, every concern, every goddamn circumstance that made this a whole sorry pile of shit, was immediately discarded in the wind.
Thiswas what I’d felt when I was a kid.
And when I’d seen his cock? The only cock that’d ever fit me justso. Soperfectly that ever since, no one had ever fit right to the point where, over the last year, I’d given up trying. I mean, I’d been no saint, but sometimes a woman just got tired of being gnawed at.
Declan had always savored me. I’d always felt like a feast and he, not a starving man, but a connoisseur.
When he’d gone down on me when I was younger, I’d felt like I was a four-course meal at the Ritz, not an order of burger and goddamn fries at the local fast-food joint.
“Talk to me,” he murmured, breaking into my thoughts.
So I did. I said the first thing that came into my mind. “I want to fuck in front of the paintings.”
His brows rose. “That can be arranged.” His hand snapped out and settled on my cheek. He curved his fingers around it, stroking back and forth along the upper slant, and the sensation sent tingles down my spine.