“Well, yeah. Can’t have love without lust. Unless it’s family love, of course.”
I gulped. “Do you think I should go to him?”
“God yeah. I mean, he’s hot, rich, and into you. What more can you want?”
“I just freaked at how possessive he’s become. He nearly punched Justin in the face. I’m scared he’ll stop me from doing what I want to do.”
“Look, sweetie, you can have your career and him if you like. Why aren’t you chasing after him? And he makes you come. He loves eating pussy. Shit. You’ve won the fucking lottery.”
I laughed and cried and my heart felt like it was going to explode.
“I best go.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“I’m going to go to him and get down on my knees and suck his dick.”
“Aah… that’s my girl. That’s more like it.”
Declan answered the door and found me shivering with my arms crossed. That visceral reaction had more to do with a deluge of emotion rather than the crisp air.
“Are you cold?” he asked, letting me in.
I nodded. “I must look a fright.”
He wiped my cheek. His brow lowered. “Have you been crying?”
I nodded slowly and bit my lip.
“Come on. I’ll make you a nice cup of tea.”
I followed him behind. His butt flexing in those fitted black jeans, and all I could think of was gyrating over him in skimpy lingerie.
I also just wanted to hold him. To feel his warmth all over me.
I went to the bathroom, and my mascara had run all over my face. I looked a fright. After I’d wiped my face, I joined him in the kitchen and watched him pour hot water into a teapot.
We stared at each other and without saying another word, our mouths collided in a crush of passion.
He lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom, sat me on the bed, and we held each other. No ripping at clothes or hungry little bites and gropes, but a deep embrace.
Smooth and moist, his lips, tasting of whisky and a hint of salt touched my lips, and I lost myself. Warmth spread through me as our kiss deepened. He pulled me in tight as he cradled my head in his arms. I floated away to our own private world as our tongues entwined like
tendrils of a vine.
I felt love in his lips. I felt love in his arms.
My heart opened wide and welcomed him in.