He nodded in response and took her hand to lead her into his truck.
They had idle chitchat during the drive about Bree’s sisters and the welcome home party. He parked the car in his driveway. Both didn’t make a move to get out of the truck. The silence became heavy.
“Even in the dark, it’s ugly,” Bree said, looking over Declan’s porch. She let out a giggle.
He agreed. The color was a thorn in the flesh. The vermillion reminded him of the day he’d finished painting his house. It was the day Bree came over and told him she loved him and he’d fucked it all up.
She crossed one toned leg over the other and her short dress crept up even further. If he hadn’t been paying attention, he’d missed the black lace triangle, peeping from between her upper legs. But he made damn sure to pay attention.
He leaned over the console and placed his hand on her thigh. He stroked her goose bumped flesh with his thumb.
“I’m going to repaint it.”
They sat in the dark with only the dim light of the navigation illuminating the cabin of his truck. Bree swallowed, and other than a quick nod, she didn’t respond. Bree kept staring at his house in front of her.
His hand on her thigh held the question from Declan if touching her like this was okay. And it revealed Bree’s permission.
He trailed his hand upwards. Slowly. His fingers were imprinting a map of her body and memorizing every bit of caressed skin. Bree slightly opened her legs to give him room for his quest.
The sexual tension was palpable. It felt new and exciting. Because in this moment, as their roles shifted from friends to lovers, Bree was a total stranger to him. He had yet to discover her pleasure points. Her likes and dislikes. Her fantasies…
Bree’s heavy breathing filled the cabin of his truck. She grabbed the door, but didn’t make a move to get out of the truck. She tilted her head against her seat and wet her lips with her tongue.
He leaned over and kissed her plump lips. He teased and nibbled her tongue and slid his hand between her thighs. She was hot. Wet. And oh so eager as she ground her wet panties against the heel of his hand.
He slipped a finger underneath the slick lace and found home. He groaned against her lips. He hadn’t meant to do this. Not here in his truck, on his driveway, even before they talked. But it couldn’t be helped. It was like now he’d received the green light from Bree, he couldn’t wait a single minute longer to touch her again.
She nipped him as she moved beautifully in her need to come.
“I’m so close, Dec.”
“Yes. Let me take care of ye.”
She let her head fall back against the headrest, and her mouth fell open. No sound. But that beautiful face screamed of ecstasy as her mouth formed an ‘O’.
Bree seemed almost in pain at the forceful way she tried to keep her eyes closed. Her chest heaved, and she panted after finally finding her release.
He dashed to her side of the truck and swooped her into his arms. She seemed a bit embarrassed and wouldn’t meet his eyes. He carried her inside and took the stairs two steps at a time.
Bree giggled. “Someone’s in a hurry.”
“Damn right. I can’t wait any longer.” He smiled as she kept giggling. He walked her straight to his bedroom and laid her on top of his covers.
He watched closely as Bree eyed the room. Her gaze traveled from his king-size bed, over his sandy colored walls, hardwood flooring and finally to his walk-in closet. “I like what you’ve done with it, Dec.”
“Thanks.”
No matter how many times he’d wanted to ask her to come over, he never did. What an idiot he’d been.
He stripped out of his shirt. Bree watched his fingers work on the buttons of his shirt, never giving him any reason to stop. He stepped out of his shoes and made quick work of his jeans. Bree swallowed when he came over to the bed and grabbed her ankles.
He pulled her flat with her back on the bed. She let out a surprised squeal, but before she could start her gorgeous laugh, he leaned in and smelled her. After letting out a pained groan, he nudged her pussy with his nose.
“Oh my God!” she said.
He chuckled and reached under her black dress with both hands. In one brisk tug, he ripped her black lace from her body. She surprised him by raising her voice. “Yes!”
He leaned in and made room by gripping her knees and pulling her legs wider. She let her legs fall open for him.