I could feel it in his body that he meant it. The hard bulge of his erection was pushing into my belly, and I loved the feel of it—that I could turn this man on so much. “Me too,” I gasped, clawing at his shirt and trying once again to raise my leg.
This time Declan bunched up my skirt enough for me to wrap my leg around him and moaned as the position let me rub myself against his thigh.
“Damn, you’re so hot.” His voice was rough and low. “I knew you’d be hot like this.”
“Please. I can’t wait much longer.” I didn’t know what had gotten into me. I was never out of control this way. Never so vocal about what I wanted.
He stifled a moan and kissed me again. Then he kissed his way down to my breasts, making me cry out in pleasure as he nipped at one of my nipples. He didn’t spend too long on them though. Instead, he ended up on his knees in front of me, pushing up my skirt.
I was panting desperately, staring down at this handsome, sexy man on his knees before me. I knew what he was going to do, and I could barely hold myself upright as he kissed his way up one of my thighs toward my panties.
My arousal was hot and wet, and soon he’d slid my panties down to bare it to his sight.
“Spread your legs, Kristin,” he rasped as his mouth reached my center. His breath was hot, and it felt incredibly good. Arousing.
I adjusted my stance to make more room for him, sprawled against the wall, trying to keep my knees from buckling as he parted my flesh with his fingers and then started to work me over with his lips and tongue.
It felt so good, and I was so aroused I couldn’t keep quiet. I clung to his head, holding it in position as he pleasured me.
He knew what he was doing. His touch was skillful and urgent both. I was making silly sounds of pleasure as an orgasm grew inside me, and I couldn’t keep my hips from rocking, trying to feel even more.
I couldn’t believe this was me—against the wall in a strange room with Declan on his knees, between my legs. It was so unexpected—and so overwhelming—that it made the physical sensations even more powerful.
I was crying out loudly, fisting both hands in his hair and with one leg hooked over his shoulder as my climax finally broke. The sensations filled me, took all of me, until I was left breathless and limp in their wake.
I wouldn’t have been able to stay on my feet if Declan hadn’t unhooked my leg and then held me as he stood up. He was flushed and panting, just like I was, but he still looked like he was on the edge of losing it.
I was on the edge of falling into a sated heap on the floor. I gasped against his chest as both his arms went around me. “Thank you,” I managed to say.
“You’re welcome.” He gave me a light kiss, and I could sense how much urgency he was now reining in.
I slid my hand down to the bulge at the front of his pants. “Now maybe we can do a little something for you.”
Eight
Declan
It’s safe to say that I was an arrogant son of a bitch most of the time. I took what I wanted, when I wanted it, and I was good at what I did—no matter what it was. Some would call me selfish. Some would comment on how huge my ego was. I had enough confidence for three men.
Here I was after messing up the sweet girl next door, and she looked hotter than anything I’d ever seen. Her dress was bunched up to her waist, and her panties were gone, and she was panting after an orgasm that I gave her. There was a primal part of me that wanted to pound my chest with pride at what I’d just done.
I made the good girl misbehave in the sexiest of ways.
Right now Kristin’s hand was stroking my arousal through my pants, and as much as I was enjoying it—hell, who am I kidding, I was loving it—I was nervous.
Actually, I was as nervous as a virgin on prom night.
That was not what I was expecting to feel at all.
I knew that she hadn’t been with anyone since her husband died, and I had a pretty good feeling that she hadn’t dated much—if at all—before she married him. That was a lot of pressure on me.
Normally, with the women I get involved with, I was not overly concerned about my performance. I’d been told more than enough times that I was good in bed, and I knew how to give a woman as many orgasms as she could stand. But Kristin? I was torn about what to do.
I didn’t want to be aggressive with her and scare her off. Even though I was about ready to burst from the touch of her hand—and she hadn’t even gotten to the skin-on-skin contact yet. I could go slow and gentle—but I didn’t know if I was capable of that right now. I’d wanted her for what seemed like forever, and all I wanted was to get us both naked and be buried inside her.
“You’re thinking awful hard over there,” she said as she leaned in and ran her tongue across my lips.
I was in deep trouble.
I wanted this to be good for her. I wanted this to be something that she wasn’t going to regret.
I certainly didn’t want a repeat of her running away from me like she had after we kissed in the parking lot.
“I won’t break,” she whispered.
And all bets were off.
Quickly I removed her hand from the front of my pants and pinned her arms above her head against the wall. I dove in and kissed her, devoured her. She whimpered against my mouth, and I swallowed the sound.
With one hand holding her in place, I let my other hand begin to roam her body.
And what a body it was.
She was soft and curvy and so responsive to my touch that I was slowly going insane. Her dress was awkwardly bunched up, and the only thought going through my brain was that I had to get it off her. I had to get her naked. I had to see if she was as soft all over as I had imagined.
In a flash, I released her arms and cupped her bottom. “Wrap your legs around me,” I growled, and she immediately complied. I walked us over to the bed and laid her down. With her hair splayed out against the comforter and her dress a tangled mess around her middle, she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor and kicked off my shoes. “Take your dress off.”
Kristin’s eyes went wide for a moment, and I cursed myself. Maybe I was pushing her too far, too fast. I was just about to apologize, to lean down and help her undress when she came to her feet in front of me. With those beautiful eyes never leaving mine, she unbuttoned, unbelted, and shimmied out of her dress.
And my heart just about stopped.
She was perfect. Kristin Andrews was my every fantasy come to life. It was like having my own centerfold model right in front of me.
I was never going to be able to look at her in one of her prim teacher dresses the same way again.
Standing there in scraps of white lace, she was a dream.
The white lace really played into the whole good-girl fantasy I’d built up of her in my head. And now that she was standing here in front of me in the flesh, I was afraid to even blink. My hands were actually shaking as I slowly reached out to touch her. My fingers skimmed over her face, her throat, her shoulders, her breasts.
“Declan,” she sighed, and I replaced my hands with my mouth. I teased and suckled her through her bra until she was shaking and panting and trying to pull me down on the bed with her.
It would have been so easy to just follow her down, kick my pants off, and give us what we both wanted, but I wanted to savor this. I wanted to make it right for her. I know that we said that this was just… casual… but right now it felt like a hell of a lot more. I had no idea how much time we had—when she’d have to get back to Lily—but I needed this to be right. To be perfect.
To be everything.
Kristin pulled free of my arms and sat down on the edge of the bed and then scooted back until her head was on the pillows. She opened her arms to me, and I felt so damn humbled that I couldn’t move for a minute. This beautiful, brave woman wanted me.
Me.
My conscience was pulling at me to do the right thing—b
e careful with her—and if I couldn’t, to just walk away.
Fuck my conscience.
She licked her lips as her sensual gaze met mine, and I saw in those eyes that she wanted this just as badly as I did.
“You’re too far away,” she whispered.
Now. It had to be now. Without breaking eye contact, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and took a condom out. Kristin arched a brow at me, and I smiled wickedly at her. “It pays to be prepared.”
And then my pants, my socks, my boxer briefs were gone and I was slowly covering her body with mine. The skin-on-skin contact was intense—we both sighed at it—and then I was kissing her again as if my life depended on it.
She clung to me, her nails raked down my back, and I was damn near shaking with anticipation. I was just about to raise my head to look at her when she wrapped her legs around my waist, and it felt… perfect.
Somehow I managed to get that sexy-as-hell bra off her and tossed it to the floor to join where I’d dropped her panties earlier. I pulled back long enough to roll the condom on, and I saw a wide range of emotions cross her face—anticipation, desire… and uncertainty.
That one stopped me dead in my tracks. “It’s not too late to change your mind,” I said softly, even though my body wasn’t quite on board with that option.
She shook her head. “No. I want this. I want… you.”
Honestly, I should have just listened to her words. But I couldn’t. Instead, I studied her face—her beautiful face—until she started squirm. Reaching up, I caressed her cheek. “Kristin, I want you to be sure. I don’t want you having any regrets.”
And that last comment was as much for her as it was for me.
Like I said, I don’t think I could stand it if she ran away again and looked at me with the same aversion she had after the parking lot incident. Not only did that mess with my head, but it messed with my heart in a way nothing ever had before.
Her hands were roaming over my shoulders, my chest. Then she reached around and grabbed my ass and gently pulled me toward her—with a very sexy smile on her face.
And I knew right then and there that I would never tire of looking at her.
This wasn’t casual.
This wasn’t just sex.
“Declan,” she moaned, arching up toward me.
And then I was slowly sinking into her, inch by inch. She sighed. She purred. She all but destroyed me. Her legs wrapped around me again, and I waited a minute for her to adjust to me. I kissed her gently on her lips, her eyes. “Tell me if I do something that you don’t like.”
Reaching up, she cupped my face in her hands. “I don’t like that you’re not moving.”
It was like waving the checkered flag in my face. My hands found hers and pinned her arms above her head as I began to move. Slowly. “Like this?”
She shook her head.
I rocked a little harder into her, a little faster. “How about this?”
She shook her head again and seemed to be getting lost in the same sensations I was feeling.
“Tell me,” I urged, unable to stop myself from moving harder and faster.
“Like that,” she whispered. “Hard. I need it harder.”
I gave her exactly what she wanted—what we both wanted—and soon she was writhing beneath me, chanting my name. “Please!” she said. And then she was pulling her hands free of mind and pulling me closer as she came—hard. Her tight channel clenching around me and her body wrapped around me, it was like nothing I had ever felt before.
She consumed me until it was impossible to tell where one of us ended and the other began.
“I can’t hold back,” I said hoarsely. “I need… I need to…”
“Yes,” she cried. “Do it, Declan! Now!”
My orgasm hit me hard and fast—too fast for my liking. Over and over, my body shuddered and shook as it felt like everything I had emptied into Kristin.
Our breathing was heavy as I rested my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry,” I said when I was finally able to breathe.
“For what?”
“I wanted to go slow with you. I wanted this to last longer.” I raised my head and looked down into her eyes. “I wanted it to be perfect for you.”
I realized what I was saying and suddenly panicked. We said this was a fling—possibly only a onetime thing. Well, that’s what she said she wanted it to be. I never actually agreed to that. At the time, it seemed safe. It meant I’d finally get to feel her, taste her, make her mine. But now? It was a completely different story, and I was thinking in terms I’d never thought of before. Why was I getting so… I don’t know… emotional about it?
It was more than a little unnerving.
Kristin smiled slowly at me. “It was perfect. Exactly what I wanted.” She shifted slightly beneath me, and I gathered her into my arms as I rolled off her and tucked her into my side.
A million thoughts raced through my head—was she all right? Did she regret what we’d just done? Was she going to get up and get dressed and leave? Was this it? Was she disappointed in the whole experience and ready to go back to being co-workers and nothing else? Part of me wanted to know, but the other part was afraid of her answer.
“You’re doing it again,” she said.
“What?”
“Thinking too hard.” She raised her head and looked at me, uncertainty written all over her face. “It’s… it’s been a long time for me. I’m sorry if I wasn’t…”
I placed a finger over her lips to immediately silence her. How could she possibly be doubting herself? “There is nothing that you have to apologize to me for.” My hands skimmed her face. “You were better than my fantasies.”
Her eyes went wide. “Really?”
I nodded. “Really. And I’ve had some pretty vivid fantasies about you.”
She blushed. “I… I’ve thought about you too.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah?”
She nodded. And blushed. That gave me a pretty good idea that her thoughts weren’t of the G-rated variety.
“Tell me,” I urged, my voice a little gruff.
Kristin ducked her head, and I could see her blushing. Unable to help myself, I tucked a finger under her chin and gently urged her to look at me. “Want me to tell you about mine first?”
She nodded.
My hand skimmed from her chin around to her nape and gently anchored there. “I thought about you wearing one of your prim and proper dresses—like the one you wore today—and stripping you out of it.”
The shy smile she gave me at that admission told me she liked what she was hearing.
“I kind of like the idea of taking you from that sweet and innocent look to naked and panting my name,” I said as I pulled her head down for a kiss. I meant to only give her a soft kiss, but she wasn’t having that.
I kind of loved how she had a bit of a wild side and that I was the only one who was getting to see it.
When she lifted her head, she asked, “What else?”
“I think it’s your turn to tell me what you’ve been thinking.”
But she shook her head. She wasn’t ready to.
Which was fine. I had no problem talking about all the naughty things I’d been thinking. With every scenario I described for her, her blush deepened and her breath quickened. When I mentioned how I envisioned taking her in one of the supply closets at school, she leaned down and silenced me with a kiss that was hot and wet and full of promise. And when we both came up for air, she was smiling.
Really smiling.
In that moment, I felt like I was on top of the world. “Kristin… it’s not just—” I stopped, sort of faltered with my words. “I mean, I don’t just think of you like this.” Oh God. She’s going to think I’m an idiot. “I like talking with you, spending time with you. Does that make sense?”
In my entire life, well, actually since I began dating at the age of thirteen, I never talked—or felt—like this with a woman. This was more than physical
, more than just sex, and I wanted—needed—her to know that.
Slowly Kristin nodded. “I don’t think…”
I knew what was coming. Feared it. I placed a finger over her lips again to stop it. “Don’t,” I said softly. “I don’t want you to make up any excuses for how you feel. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just wanted you to know… I wanted to be honest with you.”
“Declan,” she whispered as her eyes scanned my face, “being with you… like this or even just around school, it… it scares me a little.”
“I’m sorry if I came on too strong.”
“No, no, it’s not that,” she said and then chuckled. “Although you do get points for persistence.” She paused, and her expression turned serious. “You bring out a side of me that I never knew existed. You’ve brought these… feelings out of me that I thought were gone.” Her hand reached out and skimmed down my chest, her eyes following the progress before meeting mine again. “Sometimes just thinking of you makes me ache with need.”
And just like that I was hard again. “I know you don’t have a lot of time but…”
“It’s okay,” she interrupted. “I want you again too.”
We kissed, and I knew that this time we’d go slowly. We’d explore.
And I also knew that this one afternoon wasn’t going to be enough.
***
I was distracted to say the least on Monday when we were back at school. I had already known that we wouldn’t see each other over the weekend, but once I walked into the building Monday morning, all I could think about was seeing Kristin.
Totally out of character for me.
By all accounts and purposes, I should have been done. I had pursued, I had captured, and I’d rocked both our worlds. But for some reason it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I knew it Friday, but I thought once the sexual haze was over and Kristin left my hotel room, that I would get my head together and realize that it was just sex.
Just a fling.
Even in the midst of it, I was telling myself it was more. But later on when I was alone, I tried to convince myself I was just caught up in the moment. That there was no way I was falling that hard, that fast. No way. So I tried to make light of it in my mind the next day, like it was no big deal.
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