Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(31)
“Just like that.”
“Now what are you really doing here? I know you didn’t come all this way just to hang up on my ex-boyfriend.” I take a step back, retrieving my bag from the ground.
“I came down with Gavin. His mom is having her monthly Tuesday night spaghetti dinner. Thought I’d see how you felt about Italian.”
“Are you inviting me to Gavin’s parents’ house?” I cock my head to the side.
“I am.” His smile deepens. “It’s a tradition at the Porter household, and you’d be doing me a huge favor by saving me from the likes of his cousin Tracy.”
“Tracy huh?” I raise my eyebrow, throwing him a curious look.
“She grew up with me and Gavin. I think she’s still convinced I am going to marry her one day.” He lets out a light laugh.
“Who knows, maybe you will,” I tease, nudging him playfully.
“What do say? Save me for an evening?” He hits me with the most pathetic sad face he can muster.
“Now how can I say no to that face?” I laugh. “I have to head back to my room first and change,” I say, assuming it’s a pretty casual affair considering he’s sporting his usual faded jeans, a fitted black t-shirt, and leather jacket.
“Come on, I’ll give you a ride.” He takes my hand and pulls me in the direction of his bike which I now see is parked directly across the street from the diner.
I must have walked right past him and not even realized it, too busy dealing with Garrett to really pay attention to anything else going on around me.
****
“So this is where you live?” Decklan follows me inside of my empty dorm room, closing the door behind him.
“It’s not much but it’s home,” I say, looking around the small square space that is packed with two beds, a desk, and more clothes and shoes scattered around the room than two people could ever possibly need.
“Harlee,” I explain, pointing to the mess of clothing. “She’s in class right now.”
“No inspiration?” Decklan doesn’t acknowledge my comment, immediately honing in on the easel and blank canvas sitting in the corner of the room.
“It’s my final project for the semester. I’m supposed to paint a self-portrait.” I shrug, stepping up next to him. “Or rather a portrait of how I view myself. I’m just not quite sure there’s anything there to paint.” I don’t realize the statement until it's already left my mouth.
“What do you mean?” He turns curious eyes on me.
“I don’t know.” I briefly meet his gaze before turning back to the canvas. “Sometimes I’m just not sure who I am: the girl I want to be or the person my parents’ made me.”
Grabbing my chin, he turns my face towards him, his gray eyes burning into mine.
“I think you know exactly who you are. You’re just afraid to let her out.” He pulls my body flush with his, dropping a deep kiss to my mouth.
“Beauty.” His lips trail down my jawline, dropping to my neck as he pushes my jacket from my shoulders. “Strength.” He tugs the hem of my shirt upward and discards it to the floor before reaching around and unclasping my bra. “Sex.” He hisses against my mouth as he pops open the button of my jeans.
“You just have to let yourself see the person I see.” He lifts me up, almost immediately depositing me on top of my bed.
I lift up slightly to allow him to peel my jeans and panties away, leaving me completely bare in front of him.
“I’m not sure that person exists.”
“Oh, she’s in there.” He lets out a controlled exhale, dropping his lips to my stomach. “And she’s f*cking driving me insane.” He growls, trailing kisses downward until his face settles between my legs and he nips at my sensitive flesh.
“All I want to do is taste her.” He flicks his tongue against my clit causing me to jump slightly. “Feel her quiver beneath me.” He flicks again, this time with more force causing a deep moan to escape my throat.
“Fuck, Kimber.” His breath is hot on my skin as he continues his slow assault, torturing me with each flicker of his tongue. “That’s it, baby.” He breathes, applying more pressure as his movements become more purposeful, pulling my body to a height of pleasure it’s never before experienced.
I’ve never done anything like this. While it leaves me so completely exposed and vulnerable, Decklan has a way of making me feel confident and sexy. It allows me to explore the sensation of pleasure coursing through me without judgment.
“Decklan.” I arch my back and cry out as an orgasm hits me out of nowhere, building deep within me until I feel like my body is about to split apart beneath his skilled tongue.
He slows his movements, not stopping until he is sure he has pulled every last bit of pleasure from me that he can; my body literally trembling beneath him.
Standing, he grabs my legs and twists, flipping me to my stomach with next to no effort. Securing his hands at the base of my knees he tugs me downward until my feet are on the floor, my backside perched upward.
I hear the rustle of fabric and the rip of the condom wrapper before his massive erection settles against me from behind. Sliding the tip up and down, making sure I’m ready for him. When he finally enters me on a deep thrust, I cry out, my voice muffled against the blanket beneath me.