Down and Out(53)

Quivering, I somehow manage to shake my head.
His lips brush the shell of my ear. “Because no one will ever be able to make you come as hard as I can.” He places the softest kiss on my jaw and pulls back, his eyes a darker green as they sear into me. Reaching up, he brushes a lock of hair away from my face and simply says, “I will ruin you.”
It isn’t a threat, it’s a delicious promise that has me clenching in anticipation, and I have no doubt that he will, in every sense of the word, ruin me.
Good God, if he can talk like this out of the bedroom. . .
I swallow, my eyes dipping down to that menacing skull on his shirt before snaking up his tattooed skin, back to his hooded eyes. “And if I asked to be your one and only in return?”
A slow smile parts his lips. “You don’t have to ask me anything, Kitten. Your legs are the only ones I want between.”
Jesus, I’m gonna have to take a cold shower after this.
I fight the urge to fan myself and instead focus on not turning into a big pile of goo. It doesn’t escape me that he merely whispered a couple words into my ear and gave me a few—relatively—chaste kisses, and here I am, about to go into nuclear meltdown.
I’m not even sure I want to know what he can do with his hips and the proper use of his tongue. My poor body probably couldn’t handle it.
Declan’s fingers trail up the inside of my thigh, making my core clench tight as I swallow. “So are you gonna let me between them?” His lips graze mine as he says, “I think I need to remind you who you belong to.”
My mouth parts, but I’m not sure if it’s because of his latest asinine comment, or because he’s just cupped my sex over my shorts. Both have left me speechless, apparently.
He continues to rub me through the denim as my insides tighten to an almost painful degree. I struggle to think of something to say, but all I can manage is air. It sounds like, “Pffft.”
Declan slips his hand inside my shorts, straight into my panties and my wetness. This only makes his mouth hitch into a cocky grin as he rubs circles over my clit, and my damn traitorous hands fist his shirt by his sides as my stupid breath catches.
“Your body sure reacts like it’s mine.” His hair brushes my forehead as his tongue teases my lower lip. I can’t help but meet it with my own, and as soon as I do, it’s like a bolt of electricity zaps through us.
Declan groans and seals his lips over mine. They’re the perfect amount of firmness and softness, and as our mouths begin a sinful game of tug of war, he takes his hand out of my shorts and lifts me up onto the edge of the table.
My hands snake into his hair as his mouth devours me, pushing and pulling with masterful caresses of his tongue and skillful sweeps of his lips that shoves all thought out the window and leaves me with nothing but desire and instinct.
I’ve never been kissed like this. It’s one for the record books—an end-all, be-all kiss that obliterates all those that came before it and ensures that none will ever live up to it.
I’m absolutely terrified this might be my last first kiss.
My legs part to cradle his hips, and as he unzips my shorts and starts to work them down, I lock up.
I want this. I want this so bad I can’t even see straight, so bad I don’t even care that we’re at work right now and anyone could potentially walk in on us. But I don’t drop trou with the lights on. I just don’t. I’m more of a sex-in-the-dark kinda girl. Or at least dim lighting. But right now Declan would be able to see everything, and I just. . . I can’t.
What can I say, I’m shy.
Our breaths are racing as he pulls back. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just . . . why do they have to come off?”
Declan presses a soft kiss to my lips. “It’ll be kinda hard to get my mouth on you with ’em on. . .”
My eyes close as I soak in his words, my thighs instinctually squeezing his hips. Declan chuckles softly and runs his fingers over the flat expanse of my stomach, making it feel like it’s doing cartwheels.
“C’mon, Kitten. . . Let me see how sweet you taste.”
His hands skim down my waist to grip my hips as he thrusts against me slowly, grinding the hard bulge of his erection into the inseam of my shorts. I moan, damn near close to forgetting my name as his lips blaze a trail of feather-light kisses along my jaw.
When he starts to tug my shorts and panties off again, I let him, my heart thundering in my chest so hard it echoes in my ears.
I can’t believe I’m letting him do this.
Jesus, he’s like a f*cking magician with the way he constantly makes my panties disappear.
As soon as my clothes are peeled off me, I clamp my legs shut and pull my shirt down to try and cover me. Declan cocks a brow and runs his hands up the outsides of my legs. “Don’t tell me you’re shy all of a sudden.”
I can hear the disbelief in his voice, and it has me dropping my gaze as I bite the inside of my lip and shrug. All the sexiness and desire deflates out of me instantly. Declan probably thinks I’m so lame right now. . .
“Hey.” His fingers tilt my chin up, until I’m looking into his worried eyes. “Have you done this before? Has anyone ever—”
His mouth snaps shut mid-sentence, his features hardening like he doesn’t want to think about anyone else’s mouth anywhere near me.
I don’t like thinking about it either, but not for the same reason as Declan.
I give him a small nod as my eyes wander to his neck. “It wasn’t a very good experience. Left me a little gun shy, I guess.” That’s a giant f*cking understatement, but whatever. And up until Declan, I never even thought of trying it with anyone else. But I can’t stop imagining that mouth and those lips between my legs, working to bring me to orgasm. If anyone could make this enjoyable for me and erase the unpleasant memories, it’s Declan. I know it.