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I shake my head. “You’re not an asshole, Declan.”

“Really?Because I invited you back here, knowing full well that if I spend one more second alone with you,” his thumb rests on my bottom lip as he stares at me, “I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

My thighs squeeze together without thought as I stare up at him. I clear my throat, trying to stop my heart from swallowing me whole.

He’s looking at me like he could devour my entire being. And I know the next words to come from my mouth are going to be fevered, rushed, and with very little thought, but I’m not sure I care. I want him.

“What if you don’t control yourself,” I say, staring up into his dark eyes. “What if we just do this? What if we throw caution to the wind and let fate take over?”

Declan goes still as the rain pounds around us. He stands perfectly frozen, his eyes locked on mine. His breath is even, but torrid, and there’s a glint in his eye that I’ve never seen before. It’s almost like I’ve awoken a beast. A beast that I’m desperate to take me.

He sucks in a deep breath and the umbrella tumbles from over the top of us onto the ground.

Buckets of water fall from the sky, soaking me as he presses one hand against my neck, the other around my waist. I lean up against my truck as his lips touch mine, hard and unbridled. His kiss isn’t like before. Before, he’d been careful. Now, it’s as though the chains have been cut. It’s as though he’s free to touch me, free to take me as he needs.

He lifts my thigh against his hip and spreads me toward him, pressing his hard cock into my stomach as we kiss in the storm pounding down around us.

Even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined him taking me like this. We’re so exposed, so open to the world and to anyone who could see.

I rock against him unintentionally, grinding my hips in circles as he moves his lips down over my neck and onto my chest.

I force air into my lungs as he presses against me. I’m desperate for him, for his touch, for every inch of him on me, inside of me, against me.

“You want my cock, don’t you?” His breath is hot on my ear, despite the cool rain.

My clit throbs and I’m panting. “Yes! I want it so bad.”

He groans, still against my ear as his big, hot hand slides between my legs and presses against my mound.

My heart races and my body goes limp as his fingers find their way behind my panties and into my slick wet folds.

He’s heaving against me. Wet, hot, hard… heat.

“I’m going to fuck you, Addie, and I’m not going to let you go. You’re going to be mine.” His voice is deep and wraps me in a world of desire that I’ve never experienced before.

My breathing goes ragged as he holds me close.

My mind is blank, an empty page to be written on, a story I haven’t yet experienced, a world of touch and passion that I’m feeling now for the first time. I wonder if this is something I should share, if it’s important that he knows I’m a virgin.

He kisses me harder, and I kiss him back, his thick fingers so deep inside of me that I rock against him in pleasure.

He groans. “Your tight little pussy is begging for my cock.” His fingers pull from my core, and he slides them into his mouth, licking my juice clean from his hand. “You taste even better than I thought you would. Sweet, with a whisper of spice.”

“I’m going to take you upstairs through the back,” he says, almost commanding. “And you’re going to lay out so I can eat you right. Do you understand?”

It’s probably fifty degrees outside, and rain is pouring down like buckets, but I’m hotter than I’ve ever been.

The funny thing is, when we’re apart, I’m confused. But when we’re together… everything feels right, and I don’t want it to stop.

Chapter Eight

Declan

Addie’s hand is small in mine… delicate. Everything about her is. The way her body curves. The shy way she breathes and moves. I can’t help but wonder if this is the first time she’s done this. Part of me wants to ask, but another part can’t stop whatever animalistic thing that’s happening. I don’t think I’ve ever been this unchained, this unbridled. I want her with a passion that I’ve never felt before. It’s a desire that’s both crushing and all consuming.

She runs behind me as we make our way across the rainy parking lot, the cool night air permeating her sweet, curvy body so her dime sized nipples poke through.

Fuck, I can’t wait to get her against me. Months of stolen glances, sleepless nights, wicked fantasies, all led up to this moment, and I’m going to make it worth it.


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