Chapter 22
Declan
Ifollowedherout. “I’m sorry if you misunderstood me.”
Her dark eyes fired up. “I understood it well enough. You want to pay me to sleep with you. Doesn’t that make me a prostitute?”
I ran my hands down my face. “That’s not what I meant. Sure, I want you.” I exhaled a tense breath. “I’m just trying to help you get ahead.”
“Why are you following me?” Her sudden feistiness took me by surprise. I couldn’t find the right words.
“I’ll walk you home,” I said.
“You don’t have to. I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll walk you home,” I repeated. “It’s dark. You don’t have to talk to me.”
She stopped walking and turned to face me. She ran her tongue over her lips. Her eyes on mine. Pleading. Asking for something. But for what?
Theadora had woven a spell on me. I no longer recognised myself. I had to tread carefully, that much I knew. I had to respect her and not claw at her body like a man possessed.
Possessed was how I felt. Possessed by her beauty, her softness, her fire.
“I’m sorry. Why don’t you finish your drink? I promise not to touch you.” I held my hands up.
“You don’t want to?” She frowned.
Now that really threw me. Talk about confusing. “Well, of course I want to touch you. You know that. But I’d prefer to have you around than not. Chatting, sharing a drink’s nice.”
“We’ve chatted all night,” she said.
I took her hand. “We can also remain silent, if that suits. Just come back inside.”
She followed me in, much to my relief.
Just as we stepped into the living area, I turned, and she looked up at me. Her tongue rolled over her lips, and before my next breath, my mouth took to her lips as though starved of that kiss for too long.
Our lips melded into each other’s moist softness. Her mouth was made for mine. I’d never enjoyed kissing someone as I enjoyed kissing Theadora’s warm, plump lips.
I ran my fingers up her waist and smothered her tits with my hands. They were bigger than I’d imagined. My dick turned hard as steel. Her breathy moans encouraged me. Her nipples piercing through the fabric of her dress.
Although she’d unleashed a force of primal need, I had to tame the beast. I couldn’t frighten her off.
We had to take this slowly and carefully. I needed this girl naked. To feel her and devour her.
I ran my hands over her firm and shapely arse.
My heart nearly leapt from my chest. Blood engorged my dick.
I had to release my zip. My insistent dick pushed against my briefs.
I pressed against her on the wall. My mouth on hers. My hands exploring her curves.
“Come with me,” I said.
She followed me into the bedroom.
I removed my jeans and remained in my briefs. I held her again and she seemed soft and pliable in my arms as I slid down her zip.