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And I can’t wait because based on the way he’s looking at me, I don’t think he’s going to hold himself back for much longer.
Every inch of my body wants him. I’m leaning forward, and slowly, I reach my hands up. I press them against his chest.
His heart’s racing, just like mine.
His muscles are firm and incredible.
He’s staring with pure, filthy yearning in his eyes.
Like he’s begging me…please say it.
I stand on my toes, getting closer.
Can I seriously do this?
“It’s okay…sir,” I say very softly.
His mouth finally slams against mine. His fist comes up into my hair and roughly grabs it. I’m taken by the most intense, passionate, possessive kiss I’ve ever tasted in my life.
He’s wine and chocolate; he’s soft and firm all at once. His tongue is gentle and his lips need to own me.
A low, masculine growl escapes his throat, like an animalistic groan of pure bliss, and it strikes me straight into my core.
I’m destroyed, completely demolished, as his other hand strokes down my hip, brushing softly against my breasts as it moves along my body, like he can’t stop touching me.
I kiss him harder, fingers curling, pressing into the flesh of his muscular chest, and I whimper as he pulls my hair harder, tugging my chin up and making my mouth open wider so he can fit more of his tongue inside my mouth.
I’m being devoured, and my god, I want him to keep going.
Then it ends. He pulls back, breathing hard. I’m gasping for air, cheeks tingling, lips numb.
“Inside,” he commands, releasing me only long enough to get the door unlocked. “Right now.”
Chapter 4
Casey
I’m dragged into his apartment. I catch vague glimpses of a clean and modern interior. His furniture is all extremely expensive and obsessively minimalist. The color scheme is beige, gray, and white.
I used to joke with Natalie that his apartment is where passion goes to die. Like it’s a library or something.
Now I realize how stupid and wrong I was.
Declan kisses me again, dragging me toward the stairs. I’m swept away by him, kissing back, biting his lip as he bites me in return, his fists in my hair. I reach the steps and he stoops down, hands grabbing my ass and yanking me up. I yelp in shock as he makes me wrap my legs around his middle, his big palms gripping my butt tightly. He doesn’t miss a beat. He only keeps kissing me as he carries me up into his bedroom.
I’ve never been in here before. I don’t get a chance to study it since he’s busy kissing me and ripping off my clothes, but it’s like the downstairs. Simple, luxurious, and modern.
Moonlight streams in through huge windows. The view of the city is absolutely breathtaking. Lights twinkle in the nearby high-rises.
Declan drops to his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach, palms gripping my ass.
I lace my fingers through his hair. It’s all messy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him with a single lock out of place, and now I can do whatever I want with it.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” he says as he pushes up the hem of my dress. He kisses my hips, my belly, and tugs at my black panties.
I mentally note to thank Natalie for convincing me to wear good underwear.
“I honestly can’t believe that.”
