Page 41 of Only You

Again, he pulled away, but at least this time, he didn’t step away from her. “This wasn’t my plan.”

She frowned at him. “You had a plan?”

This man was talking about plans and what he expected, and she just wanted in his pants.

He shook his head. “I didn’t bring you here for this.”

Heat flushed her face, and not because of the arousal. No, this was embarrassment. Before she could slip away from him, he tightened his hold.

“Nope, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“I didn’t mean I don’t want you like that.” He sighed and set his forehead against hers. “I meant that I wanted to take my time.”

“I will point out, once again, that we haven’t just met.”

“But…” Then he trailed off. She waited for what seemed like hours, even as she knew only a few seconds had passed before he continued. “You matter.”

She blinked against the sudden burning against the backs of her eyes. She hated crying, but no one had said those words in such a growly slash tender way. It seeped into her soul.

“You matter, too,” she said in a whisper.

“We should take it slow.”

She understood he was repeating a mantra like a rule as if he was reminding himself to take it slow. At that moment, she decided to push him. There was no reason not to act on this need, this heat that was simmering between them.

She slid her hand down his chest. “Wehavebeen taking it slow.”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Probably because she pressed her hand against a very impressive length. She wanted to feel that inside her, and she needed it like yesterday. She wasn’t usually so aggressive when it came to men, but she’d been dying to touch him for months, and now that she had, she wanted it all.

He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them, the dark need Eileen witnessed had her stomach muscles quivering. She could admit to herself that it scared her a little,but at the same time, she knew she wanted it. Her entire body throbbed with the desire to taste.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

Declan swooped in and took complete possession of her mouth. The simmering heat went to boiling in mere seconds. No man had ever been able to do that to her, make her forget everything but him. She had always thought women were lying when they talked about how men could do that to them. Apparently, she had been kissing the wrong guys.

His tongue slipped between her lips. Her nipples hardened at that little move. He was so damned talented with his tongue that she was ready to lose it right then. To rub herself against him like a cat.

All of a sudden, his mouth was gone. It was so abrupt she was blinking, but in the next instant, he grabbed her hand and dragged her back to his bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment, the room had a light, airy feel, with a massive king-sized bed in the middle.

He faced her. “Last chance, love. You have a chance to run before I get my mitts on you.”

She looked at him. He was every fantasy she had about any man. Tall, strong, sexy as hell, with a mouth that could seduce her. Yes, they had cussed, but he had barely touched her, and she could feel her damn panties. Something was coursing through her with the arousal: fear. It licked around the outskirts, and she knew there was a good chance she should listen to what that one part of her was saying. But…it was drowned out by the need surging through her.

With careful movements, she stepped back and saw his disappointment. Then, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and tugged it over her head, tossing it behind her.

One slow blink, then he stepped forward. “I guess that’s a yes.

He laughed. It sent sparks of energy through her entire body, but it also had her heart turning over. Without much effort, he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She laughed. When had she last done that with a man? She couldn’t remember.

“I like that sound,” he said before tugging his shirt off. When he stepped out of his jeans, she was saddened to see that he was wearing boxer briefs. She was sure he was a guy that would go commando. Still, it was easy to see his hard length outlined by the soft black fabric.

“What’s that sad look for, baby?”

She hated when guys used the wordbaby. Or at least, she had before Declan had said it. Now, she wanted to hear him say it all the time.

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