Page 46 of Final Goodbye
“Yeah, but that was fake?—”
He cut me off before I could finish.
“Nothing about this is fucking fake for me, Paige. I just don’t want you to break my heart when you decide you want to go back to Phoenix and leave everything that’s happened in the last few weeks behind.” It wasn’t fake for me either. He’s been my one constant since being back home.
“Declan, I don’t want to leave. I don’t have plans to go anywhere anytime soon. I may be back at home living with my mom in a tiny old guest bedroom, but it works for now. After I save up a little more, I was already planning on finding a more permanent spot here,” I admitted to him for the first time out loud.
Inching closer to me, closing whatever gap there was left between us, he whispered, “You promise you’re staying? Because I’m fucking obsessed with you, Paige. You leaving would break my heart, I just know it. I’ve held back even when I’ve wanted to snap because if I give in to you, there is no turning back for me.”
“I’m staying,” I confirmed with a nod and a shaky inhale.
He took my face in his rough, calloused hands and pressed his lips firmly to mine. Declan kissed me like he had been desperate to hear me say those words. Every kiss between us before this one, they were all addictive. But the longing and desperation in his kiss, at this moment, was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
Together our guards dropped, and we both gave in.
With his firm grip on the nape of my neck, we were lost in the ecstasy of the kiss. He made his way down my jaw, nipping and licking. The intensity was building up inside me and my heart hammered so hard I could hear it thump in my chest as he kissed down my neck. The feeling of his lips on my body made a sweet moan escape from my lips. He responded with his own grunt as he held the flesh of my neck between his teeth.
“Fuck, baby girl, I love how responsive you are to me touching you.” He’d find out soon enough just how responsive I really was. I could feel how soaked my panties were already and all he had done was kiss me.
He was rough, just how I liked it. He either took notes and remembered what I liked, or he liked it too and this was just how being physical with him was.
“You still want to just talk and get to know each other?” I asked, teasing him like the smart ass I was.
“Respectfully, Paige, I want you to shut the fuck up. The only thing I want to hear out of your pretty little mouth is my name and how good I’m about to make you feel.”
Fuck, why was that so hot?But it didn’t stop me from continuing to push his buttons. I opened my mouth as I was about to respond when he cut me off.
“I’m not kidding, Paige. Don’t test me. Open that mouth of yours again and I’ll shove my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to speak.” He was the sweetest man I’d ever met—until he was in the bedroom. He came alive and I loved this wild side to him. Controlling, dominant, and rough. He was checking my boxes left and right.
I picked my jaw up off the floor, licked my lips and bit down in anticipation of what he was going to do next. Not a word came out of my mouth, but I let him know just how much I enjoyed him when I looked up at his gorgeous, hazed-over blue eyes.
My palm found his length through his jeans as I gave it a firm grab. I had only felt his thickness once before when I grinded on top of him. I knew I’d be impressed when I saw the real thing. If it felt this good in my hand, I wasn’t worried at all for what was to come.
Declan’s head fell back as he let out a groan. I wasn’t the only one who was responsive. He was losing control, and I loved to watch him unravel. His hands found my ass as he took two palmfuls, lifting me up in his arms in one fluid motion. I wasn’t in his arms long before he threw me on his large bed. With silk sheets beneath me, I gazed up at him, letting my eyes lower as I unashamedly took in the prominent bulge in his pants.
He groped the hardness, covering my view.
“Is this what you want, baby girl?” he asked while he stroked himself through his jeans.
I leaned up higher on my elbows, widening my legs. Nodding my head slowly, he had his answer. He stood in front of me, looking so fuckable it wasn’t even funny. He tore his shirt off in one fell swoop, his muscular chest on display. The only thing on his body were those damn blue jeans that hugged his hips perfectly and his tattoos that painted the image of him being a rebel. The tattoos were definitely fitting when he was in this sex-crazed mood. When he opened his dirty mouth, I got to know a completely different version of him.
My hands were itching to run up and down the ripples on his chest and stomach—the man was blessed.
He didn’t want me to talk, but he didn’t say anything about not touching. Inching up the bed to where I was sitting on the edge, his body stood between my legs. Reaching out, my hands found his tanned, built chest. Taking my time with him, I roamed and appreciated every muscle on his body. His breathing picked up the closer my hands wandered down his naked torso. Refusing to break eye contact with him, I found thetop button of his jeans. His cock had to be begging to be released from the tight fabric.
He wasn’t making any indication that he wanted me to stop, so I began to unbutton his jeans. We had slow moments and ravenous moments. One minute, we were kissing like it was our last, and the next, we were undressing each other, taking the time to appreciate the sight. I almost had him bare in front of me as I sat there out of place, fully clothed.
My hands ran over his toned legs, fingers dragging down with the rest of his pants when Declan faced me in nothing but his black boxer briefs—his cock waiting to spring out.
“There sure are an awful lot of clothes on your body, Paige. I think it’s time I get my hands on you when you’re done being greedy with me.”
“Have your way with me. Please.” I was in a daze and couldn’t hold back how I felt about seeing him standing there. He gave me that devilish grin as he gently lifted my chin to look him in the eyes.
“As much as I want to roam my hands up and down your body like you just did with me, I want you to strip for me. We have all night to grope each other but right now, I want you to stand over there and strip. I want to watch you take off each article of clothing, one by one, and take in just how sexy you are.” He pointed to the open floor in the middle of the room where he wanted me to stand.
Helping me to my feet, we traded places. As he sat on the bed with his elbows back, a hand over his shaft that hid behind his boxers, his eyes gazed straight into my soul. I stood there in the center of his room feeling more vulnerable than I ever had before.
My breathing picked up and my heart began to race. I’ve never stripped for someone before, but I was always down to try something new, especially in the bedroom. I was ready tolet the overwhelming feeling of being turned on take over. I was confident in my body and more turned on than I had ever been. It would be a walk in the park, stripping for him, if he kept looking at me like that—like I was the only girl he wanted.
