Never Been Ready (Ready #2)(11)

The predator was now on the move, rising up from his chair in one fluid motion. He took a few steps, closing the gap between us, until our bodies were nearly flush. I could feel the heat radiating off his perfect body. He smelled like leather, aftershave, and something purely male. It was divine.

His eyes swept down my body before moving upward and finally meeting my own. They were bright, alive, and full of fire. His hand snaked around my torso, brushing my sensitive skin with his fingertips, until he found the clasp of my bra. With one flick of his wrist, it came undone, and I watched it fall to the floor. His sharp intake brought my focus upward again. His eyes swept hungrily over my br**sts as his hands found my waist, pulling me against his hard frame.

"Do you remember me, Leah?" he asked.

Like I could forget. Like I hadn't spent the last one-hundred-and-eighty-days trying to forget him.

I shuddered as his lips found my collarbone and gently kissed my skin.

"Do you remember what it feels like to have me buried deep inside you?"

Oh God. I couldn't help it. I let out a small moan in response, and then I felt his lips upturn in a small smile against my shoulder.

"Do you think of me every time you come? Cry out my name when you screamed your release?"

His hand moved up my torso and squeezed my breast as his thumb rubbed my nipple into a hard peak. I instantly felt my panties drench at his touch. My body's physical reaction to him was so intense that I could feel my knees quivering beneath me. I hated that a man could make me feel this way, so helpless and out of control, but I couldn't get enough. I knew the moment Declan had shown up at my door last week that I'd end up here. It was only a matter of time. An addict can hold out for only so long before she needs another fix, especially when her fix is six plus feet of raw alpha male.

"You haven't answered my questions, Leah," he whispered against my ear.

"Yes. God, yes," I moaned.

His hand traveled down my body before reaching the lacy edge of my panties. When his hand stilled, I nearly screamed in frustration. I needed his touch like I needed air. He owned me in that moment, and he f**king knew it.

Taking a step back, his voice rough like gravel, he pointed to my panties and said, "Slide those down your pretty little legs, won't you?"

Happily agreeing because it meant I would be that much closer to my goal of being f**ked to death by Declan, I started to step out of my heels.

"Uh-uh, Leah. Keep the heels. Just the panties," he instructed, his eyes dark and full of desire.

Giving him a small smirk, I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties, and ever so slowly, I slid them down my slim legs, making a show of the process. My eyes locked with his again, and I noticed his fists tighten at his sides as his jaw ticked. Apparently, I wasn't the only one so overly affected by the other. He looked like a ticking time bomb waiting to blow.

"Back against the door," he commanded, motioning toward the suite entrance with a nod of his head.

He followed me as I walked backward, taking a couple of steps, until my back hit the cold wooden door. He drew near, and I felt his fully clothed body become flush with mine. Seeing him still wearing every article of clothing while I stood bare was thrilling. It made me feel wanton and desirable, and as I looked into his eyes, I knew he felt the same.

His hand found my breast again, and my nipple pebbled at his familiar touch. Declan kissed my collarbone —a favorite place for him, it seemed —and then his tongue swept up my neck until his teeth gently tugged my ear.

"From now on, Leah, you will only scream my name when you come."

I whimpered. The man made me freaking whimper in want. I needed him to touch me —right now. If I were stuck on a desert island without food or water and I was given the choice of a picnic basket filled with sustenance or an hour with Declan James, I wasn't sure what I would choose. Right now, I'd say, Screw the food. I'll take the hot-as-f*ck actor, please!

His hand traveled from my breast, down my stomach until it found my slick core. I silently begged, pleaded, and offered him my entire 401(k) plan if he would just end the torture and stroke me.

"Oh God, Declan, please," I moaned.

He lazily ran his fingers over the smooth juncture of my thighs, clearly enjoying the wax I had done just a few days earlier.

"Please, what, Leah?"

"Please make me come. Damn it, Declan!"

He chuckled softly, and then that large alpha male dropped to his knees before me, never breaking eye contact. He shucked off his leather jacket quickly, and I took a moment to admire the new view. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt underneath, and it clung to him, showing the hard lines and muscles of his toned body.

Yum.

"Spread your legs," he said gruffly.

No sooner had I done as he'd commanded, he was on me, burying his head between my legs in one swift motion.

"Oh f**k!" I screamed.

His tongue found my clit, sending waves of pleasure rushing through my body. Back and forth, his tongue moved over the tiny bundle of nerves at the center of my body until I thought I was going to explode. Just when I was getting close to coming from that alone, he plunged his tongue into my core, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. He mouth f**ked me with wild abandon, seeming to get lost in the process. His hands pushed me further into the door, and then he lifted one leg at a time over his shoulder until I was suspended against it, seated on his shoulders. He never stopped working me with his tongue, and the new angle allowed him to penetrate deeper.