Page 54 of Mercenary
I fantasized about this moment.
I remember how his finger felt.
My skin is on fire and my pulse kicks up. The natural biological response of my body confirming what my brain is telling me. Desire. I want his finger back inside me. I want every big, bold piece of him.
And sweet Mother Mary, Declan wants me.
His eyes positively smolder. His gorgeous body boldly laid out on the bed, powerful and . . . erect. It’s the sight of his growing arousal that almost causes me to chicken out.
Almost.
I release my hold on the nightgown and it drops to my feet.
“Turn around.”
I spin on my heels, then stand before him. Naked. Nervous. Flushed with excitement.
“What’ll it be? A fuck? Or does that tight little pussy of yours want the feel of my tongue?”
I blush. I feel it heat my skin from the top of my head to my toes. Oh my God, he’s a dirty talker. Yet God help me, I love it.
“I want to . . . taste you first,” I murmur, breathlessly brazen.
“Goddamn it,” he grinds out.
I frown in confusion.
Luciana says a man’s most vulnerable when he’s between your lips. That’s how I want Declan. Raw. Honest. Intimate. Feeling . . . this. Being vulnerable, like me. “You asked me what . . .”
He’s up and out of the bed before I finish.
“Get down on your knees.”
I sink onto my knees, then gasp as his cock brushes up against my cheek.
This is going to happen. And holy hell, he’s ready. Warm and hard. But I don’t take him in my mouth quite yet. What I hope is a connection, this to be a moment between us. Not just sex.
I glance up, needing to see something.
He stands rock still, staring down at me. His lusty expression from earlier gone. His mouth is hard, his eyes expressionless.
This is just sex to him. It can be just sex for you.
His tip brushes against my cheek, lightly coating my skin with his arousal. His body telling me the truth. He wants me.
But I need him to really want me, as much as I want him.
The tension between us is strong enough to cause glass to shatter. Moody man, I think. What will it take for you to crack?
I turn my cheek and press it against his tip, running it across my cheekbone and down to the corner of my mouth.
His green eyes darken. A subtle crack, but a crack nevertheless.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I move my slightly pursed lips across his warm head. Once. Twice. Until I feel my own excitement building between my thighs. I open my mouth slightly, allowing him to inch in, then dart my tongue out for a long lick.
His cock twitches and thickens. The salty taste of him is more seductive than a salty tequila body shot. A buzz of excitement races through me. I lick again, this time swirling my tongue around him. His eyes flash and Declan flexes his hips, pushing himself a bit more into my mouth.
Humph. Not so immune after all.
