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“I try to relax. If I’m going to watch TV or game tape, I make sure I turn it off at least thirty minutes before bed.” His hands dance up and down my sides, making goosebumps break out along my skin as he continues, “I go to bed at nine, because my body has me up by six every morning, no matter what. So, the closer to nine I hit the sheets, the closer I am to the nine hours of sleep I should be getting.”
When I shiver in response to his hands and voice, he adds, “It’s almost eight now, Annabelle. I should be going home.” The words spill from his lips, but he makes no attempt to move. His hands make another pass at my ribs, brushing the underside of my breasts, and I may whimper. When he does it again and smiles at the noise he elicits, I decide it’s definitely a whimper.
His words from earlier echo through my mind.
It’s now or never, I decide. “What about exercise, Dec?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think of exercise before bed?” Oh my God. I just felt his cock jump beneath me. If I had on panties, they’d be drenched.
“Oh, that.” He leans in, his breath whispers in my ear, “I limit all taxing cardio to two to three hours before bed. I don’t want it to interrupt my sleep cycle.”
His warm breath on my ear is killing me before he licks around the lobe, causing me to wiggle in his lap.
I have no idea when I became this wanton woman. Before I give myself a moment to overthink, I ask, “So, if it’s really slow exercise...” I grind down on him slowly and drop my voice to a whisper, “so slow and so quiet that you’re barely moving, barely speaking, is that on the bad cardio list?”
Declan crashes his mouth to mine and stands without missing a beat.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and lock my legs behind his back.
His lips are soft and demanding. His arms wrap around me as he carries me up the stairs, only pulling his mouth away long enough to ask, “Which room?”
“End of the hall,” I pant. “On the right.”
He moves quickly and quietly past Tommy’s room into mine, shutting the door gently behind us and locking it without ever taking his lips off mine. He carries me to the bed and lays me down before standing up and reaching behind his neck to pull his shirt over his head. The insanely gorgeous man standing in front of me is every woman’s fantasy, and he’s mine.
For tonight, he’s mine.
A smile stretches his face. “Yeah, baby. I’m yours.”
Oh God. Did I say that out loud?
“I’ll never be anyone else’s. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. I’m yours, Belle.”
Declan rids himself of his pants and stands gloriously naked in front of me. A lifetime of hard work on the field has carved his body as if from stone, every muscle on display. He doesn’t ask me if I’m sure. He doesn’t hesitate. He grips my shorts and pulls them down my legs before crawling up my body.
His hoodie is still covering a third of me when he sits on his knees between my splayed legs. He grips my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head, flat on the bed. Then he swiftly pushes the sweatshirt up my body. When he gets it shoved up to my wrists, he ties them together with the sleeves and slips it around the wrought iron spindles of my bed.
“Declan,” I pout. “I want to be able to touch you.” I pull at the ties, but they don’t give.
Declan licks into my mouth before making his way down my body. He slowly pulls off my socks one at a time before whispering, “Slow and quiet, Annabelle. Those are the rules tonight.” The gleam in his dark blue eyes sparkles like the ocean at night before he feasts on my pussy like no man ever has. When I moan loudly, he stops and looks up at me through those dark lashes from between my thighs, whispering, “Be quiet, baby, or this ends. We don’t want to wake up Tommy.” Then he winks and pushes his tongue inside me.
Holy shit. I hadn’t even thought about waking Tommy.
“Stay with me, Belles,” he whispers as his tongue circles my clit and his hands lift my hips, holding my pussy closer to him. His eyes hold mine as he licks and sucks, while I pull at my restraints and rock my hips helplessly in his hands. He builds me up over and over without letting me come, never pulling his eyes away. Finally, Dec swipes his flat tongue along my sex before curling a finger inside me. I orgasm on a soundless moan seconds before Declan climbs to his knees and sinks slowly into my wet heat.
He holds my body to him with one arm while he frees my wrists with his other.
Our words are whispered soft and slow and so fucking hot.
Our motions are the same. So slow. So powerful.
The silence in the room makes every push of our legs, every pull of our hands, every touch of our lips so much more intense.
He holds my mouth to his as his lips caress my skin and tells me, “I’ve never felt anything better than your body, Belle. So tight. So wet. So hot. So fucking mine.”
Each word is a whisper in the air.
