Page 78 of Holding You
Why would I even say that?
I groan, glancing at the clock.
Fivea.m.
I guarantee that no one else is awake right now.
With our flights leaving tomorrow morning for Vegas, I won’t have any alone time for a while.
My eyes move to the top drawer of my nightstand.
No one would know.
I reach in and grab the one he assumed is my favorite.
I close my eyes and slip my hands under the covers.
My sleep shorts are loose enough that I can leave them on, and the fact that I don’t wear underwear to bed is convenient right now.
A vision of Declan and I in the living room takes over. The memory of how hard he felt underneath me feels as if it were happening again right now.
I press the tip of the vibrator to my core, and it slips inside. I didn’t need to add gel. No, just thoughts of the man living downstairs has me wet enough to do this right now.
My back bows a little as I slide it farther and a new image pops into my head: he and I standing in the kitchen with the vibrators in my hand.
I imagine him stepping closer to me until the back of my legs hit the table. He’d pick me up, strip my pants off, then spread my legs to eat me right there because he has no self-control, and I'd let him because I don’t either.
And since no one has ever done that to me, I want to know what it feels like.
He’d flick his tongue over me, over and over, dirty words coming from his mouth between each one, just the way I read them in books.
You’re so wet.
This is all for me.
I can’t wait to be inside of you.
This pussy is perfect.
Then I’d beg him to just put it in and fuck me.
I don’t need sweet foreplay to drag this out. I need to get off.
I slide the vibrator as far as it can go, the smaller end touching my clit. Then I turn it on, and my entire body starts to shake with the vibrations.
I come quickly with Declan on my mind, and I let myself ride it out until the tingle that courses through my veins fades.
I slide the vibrator out and begin to catch my breath.
Oh, God.
What did I just do?
I’ve never been sothankful for being busy before. Cleaning, laundry, and packing have been more enjoyable than ever before.
“Your dad will be here soon, so let’s make sure your bag is packed and ready,” I say to Max when he steps inside from the backyard where he was playing soccer with Susie.
“Yes! I can’t wait to see him.” He runs to his room.
