Fighting For You (Danvers #4)(24)
Chapter Ten
As soon as Declan swooped her up in his arms, Ella wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oh, God, baby. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” His lips slid along her neck and across her throat as his hands moved under her short dress to grip her ass.
She heard a muttered oath as he discovered the bare skin there thanks to her new thong purchase. Maybe dental floss underwear wasn’t so bad after all. She slipped her hands into his thick, springy hair and pulled his lips up to hers. When his tongue staked claim on her mouth without the usual control that she could feel beneath the surface, she moaned in surrender. Finally, their moment had arrived. She knew without him putting it into words that there would be no more waiting unless she suddenly lost her mind and pushed him away . . . not gonna happen.
As he stumbled into her bedroom, he cursed as he slammed his shoulder into the doorframe in his haste to make it to the bed. She didn’t know why he even bothered, at this point she felt like the whole bed thing was overrated. The floor, the couch, or the wall would be okay with her. She loved that he wanted everything to be right and she knew instinctively that was for her. As he gripped her waist to lower her to the bed, she hung on when they were eye to eye. Running a hand tenderly down the side of his face, she whispered, “Don’t hold back with me, Declan. Just show me what you like.”
With a husky laugh, he kissed her sweetly before saying, “There is nothing you could do that I wouldn’t like Ellie. I’ll try my best not to hurt you.”
Ella had to wonder how much of that promise was literal and how much was figurative. She stayed on her knees as he lowered her to the bed.
As he started to shrug his shirt off, she put her hand over his, halting his progress. His eyes flared as she said, “Let me.” She slowly rose to her feet on the bed, holding on to him for support. She smiled as he tried to contain his wince as she teetered for a moment before finding her balance. Maybe it would have been a better idea to stand beside of him on the floor. Soon his fear of her falling was replaced with a sharp breath when she slid her hands beneath the hem of his shirt and ran her fingertips over the smooth, taut skin of his stomach. What was the term that all of the books used—six-pack abs or was it a twelve pack? Whatever it was, Declan had them. Above his naval was a thin line of hair leading to his chest. She was surprised that Declan had such a sparse amount of hair. Of course, it could be because she was still using her hands to see. She didn’t need the light to know when she found the erect nub of one of his ni**les. She flicked her fingernail lightly over it and smiled when his body clenched in approval. Growing impatient to see the treasure beneath the shirt, she grabbed the ends and proudly pulled it over his head without strangling him with it. Without thinking, she let out a whistle and said, “Whoa baby, you are hot! You make Daniel Craig look like Pee-wee Herman.” When Declan started laughing, Ella realized she had yet again voiced her thoughts out loud.
He pulled her against his chest and hugged her tight. “Ellie, baby, you kill me. I’m worrying about scaring you and you are ogling me and comparing me to James Bond. You are truly one of a kind and before you ask, I do, indeed, mean that as the highest form of compliment.” He eased her back down on her knees, probably because he was afraid she was going to ruin the moment and cut a cartwheel off the side of the bed.
It was her turn to catch her breath as he tugged the hem of her dress from under her knees and locked his gaze with hers to assess her reaction. He started slowly pulling it over her thighs. He met with no protests from her as the dress continued up, exposing her stomach, then her br**sts and finally he pulled it gently over her head. She sat before him on her knees in nothing but her black, lace thong and the matching push-up bra that Suzy had insisted every woman must have. From the look on Declan’s face, she definitely knew what she was talking about. Almost reverently, he reached out to trail a hand up the curve of her hip and the side of her waist. He looked up in surprise when she started giggling.
With a sheepish expression, Ella admitted, “I’m slightly ticklish.” Her giggles were soon forgotten as he reached around behind her to deftly unsnap her bra. Her girls, as Suzy called them, were proudly on display and beginning to pucker under Declan’s hungry gaze. She was shocked to hear her own wanton moan as he cupped them in each hand and flicked a fingertip over their hardened nubs. When he took one of the peaks into his mouth, she felt her knees start to buckle and was grateful to be on the bed. She clutched his head against her breast and fire raced through her body. He lowered her backward onto the bed and came down on top of her. He settled a thigh between her legs and, with his arms, held his full weight above her. As he took her other nipple into his mouth, she clenched her thighs around the leg resting against her sex, desperate to relieve the throb that had settled there.
He pulled back to sit on his haunches and she whimpered in protest. As he brushed his hand against her tiny panties, he whispered, “Shhh, let me take care of you, Ellie.” Before she had time to form a protest, if she even had any desire to, he had her panties down her legs and his eyes were glowing as he took his first full look at her naked body.
She knew that she should be embarrassed or scared, but frankly, she was breathless with anticipation of what he would do next. She wanted to shout her gratitude when he went straight to her core, the area that was alive with need for him. She might never have had sex, but like most single women, she had masturbated for years and was familiar with the needs of her body. She knew exactly how good an orgasm felt as it rolled through her body and she was desperate for that release now.