desire like I had never felt it before. If I had second thoughts before, I had no doubt of my craving for him now. I was shifting my hips to attempt to ease the ache that was building…I could feel his hot breath, his succulent mouth, and his teasing teeth. The combination of his talents was about to drive me out of my mind. He made me feel wicked…
“ You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted, beautiful,” he said in a low, rumbling voice. TTT
His tone indicated that he was remembering other, more satisfying, treats, and he made me blush. Moving creatively he exerted his unrelenting pressure against my backside, informing me of exactly how passionate he was. His hand began a slow, intoxicating exploration under my shirt. The heat that I felt was building to form an inferno.
He took control and blazed the passion that was within. He artfully moved his hands in such a way that he was driving a pulsation that had begun in a most decadent way. His teasing, pinching, and pulling of sensitive areas had excited me beyond reason.
My hands, which I had haphazardly placed on the counter, failed to steady me. One of my hands landed onto a slice of bread with the slippery mayonnaise. I gripped the bread in desperation. It was a poor substitute—for I wanted my grip to be on him .
I could sense his command. He was in complete control of our lunchtime rendezvous. His heat was burning out of control. When he was satisfied with the torturous assault from behind, he turned me to face him. I closed my eyes. I don’t know why. Perhaps I was afraid of the intensity that I’d find there.
“Open your eyes, Aria,” Declan said. I obeyed. Declan’s eyes were intense and hot, but I saw love there.
He lifted my hand and took each of my fingers, individually, in his mouth, licking and sucking the slippery mayonnaise from each one. OMG! I never took my eyes from him. The sensuality of this man disarmed me.
His hands, just moments ago at my waist, effortlessly lifted me onto the counter. They came under my shirt to lift and remove any nuisance of fabric that offended him or hindered his mission.
Once my breasts were bare before him, he titillated, teased, and tantalized each one. With desperate, luscious care, attention, and passion he looked at me. I couldn’t help but stare into his hypnotic eyes.
I don’t believe I ever took a breath of air, for he skillfully took my breath away. He was so talented, masterful, and powerful in his lovemaking, making me feel so…
…sexy…
…desirable…
…passionate…
…secure…
He placed both hands over my breasts, looking at them
“Sheer, absolute perfection,” he said, then looked into my eyes with a teasingly wicked smile.
He made me feel that I was just that— perfection .
His gaze left my eyes, and he bent to give each stiff, aching nub a kiss. Snaking his hands around my body to frame my back, he reached up to the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair.
He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my throat to him. Looking at me with hot intensity, he paused for a moment.
“Tell me you want this, Aria. I won’t touch you or push you further unless I know that you want this.”
I couldn’t think, but I knew with all certainty I wanted this. This was as far as we’d gone before and I was being given a moment to think. I didn’t need to think— I knew . Pent up emotions had been so bottled up inside. Grief that brought me here, happiness about my decision to move to the beach, joy in finding a person to care for—all waiting for release. It was only a matter of time before the intensity I felt for this man escalated. I was the one who needed to feel secure, and Declan gave me security. He was also giving me a choice. I didn’t need any more time to make it.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Yes, what? Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what I want to hear.” He continued kissing and claiming my sensitive skin.
“Yes, I want this,” I said. I’d
“ You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted, beautiful,” he said in a low, rumbling voice. TTT
His tone indicated that he was remembering other, more satisfying, treats, and he made me blush. Moving creatively he exerted his unrelenting pressure against my backside, informing me of exactly how passionate he was. His hand began a slow, intoxicating exploration under my shirt. The heat that I felt was building to form an inferno.
He took control and blazed the passion that was within. He artfully moved his hands in such a way that he was driving a pulsation that had begun in a most decadent way. His teasing, pinching, and pulling of sensitive areas had excited me beyond reason.
My hands, which I had haphazardly placed on the counter, failed to steady me. One of my hands landed onto a slice of bread with the slippery mayonnaise. I gripped the bread in desperation. It was a poor substitute—for I wanted my grip to be on him .
I could sense his command. He was in complete control of our lunchtime rendezvous. His heat was burning out of control. When he was satisfied with the torturous assault from behind, he turned me to face him. I closed my eyes. I don’t know why. Perhaps I was afraid of the intensity that I’d find there.
“Open your eyes, Aria,” Declan said. I obeyed. Declan’s eyes were intense and hot, but I saw love there.
He lifted my hand and took each of my fingers, individually, in his mouth, licking and sucking the slippery mayonnaise from each one. OMG! I never took my eyes from him. The sensuality of this man disarmed me.
His hands, just moments ago at my waist, effortlessly lifted me onto the counter. They came under my shirt to lift and remove any nuisance of fabric that offended him or hindered his mission.
Once my breasts were bare before him, he titillated, teased, and tantalized each one. With desperate, luscious care, attention, and passion he looked at me. I couldn’t help but stare into his hypnotic eyes.
I don’t believe I ever took a breath of air, for he skillfully took my breath away. He was so talented, masterful, and powerful in his lovemaking, making me feel so…
…sexy…
…desirable…
…passionate…
…secure…
He placed both hands over my breasts, looking at them
“Sheer, absolute perfection,” he said, then looked into my eyes with a teasingly wicked smile.
He made me feel that I was just that— perfection .
His gaze left my eyes, and he bent to give each stiff, aching nub a kiss. Snaking his hands around my body to frame my back, he reached up to the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair.
He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my throat to him. Looking at me with hot intensity, he paused for a moment.
“Tell me you want this, Aria. I won’t touch you or push you further unless I know that you want this.”
I couldn’t think, but I knew with all certainty I wanted this. This was as far as we’d gone before and I was being given a moment to think. I didn’t need to think— I knew . Pent up emotions had been so bottled up inside. Grief that brought me here, happiness about my decision to move to the beach, joy in finding a person to care for—all waiting for release. It was only a matter of time before the intensity I felt for this man escalated. I was the one who needed to feel secure, and Declan gave me security. He was also giving me a choice. I didn’t need any more time to make it.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Yes, what? Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what I want to hear.” He continued kissing and claiming my sensitive skin.
“Yes, I want this,” I said. I’d
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