Page 26 of Slammed Into Inferno

The new hospital I am working at in Seattle is much larger than Tuffs, and I have gotten along with some of my colleagues here, not like my friends back at Tuff’s. I must remind myself this traveling nursing job is not a gig where you make lifelong friends, however this is about me finding myself with having the great opportunity to travel all over.

After giving the nurses for the next shift the run-down on what happened on my shift, I feel my pocket vibrate and thinking it is Soph, Grace or one of my family members I decide to check it once I get back to my apartment. The apartment of the traveling nurse company got me close to the hospital, so close as it is in walking distance, which I love. It is also within walking distance from all the cute shops and restaurants, too.

On my walk home, I stop by my new favorite sandwich shop to grab a late dinner and some essentials as I know once I am back at my new apartment, I will not go to want to go out again. I started a new routine since moving to help ease my broken heart and it is right when I get in from work; I place my dinner on the counter, strip off my clothes and take a hot steamy shower, then throw on my yoga pants and one of Declan’s shirts. Yes, I may have taken a few and makes me feel close to him even though how everything ended. Sitting down about ready to take a bite of my sandwich, I hear a loud frantic knock at my door.

Sitting frozen with my sandwich halfway to my mouth, I think it must be a mistake because no one knows where I live except for my loved ones back home. I go to take a bite and there it was again. Okay, maybe it is a neighbor who needs some help and I am a nurse, is what I am telling myself. I get up and look thru the peephole and it is defiantly not my neighbor.

It’s Declan. I open the door and he speak first, “Evie, what the in ever loving fuck is this?” he says firmly, holding up the letter I wrote him over a week ago breathing heavily.

I must remind myself to stay calm and not let him know seeing him is has a powerful effect on me. Lord knows that’s a goddamn lie. I say smoothly, “A letter I wrote to you before I took a new job.”

He presses his lips into a thin line, peering up at the ceiling before returning his glare back at me. The next thing I know is he is crashing his soft lips on to mine. Oh god how I have missed his lips, his touch, his smell, his everything. I melt right into him and place my arms around his neck, which he grabs a handful of my ass and hikes me up. I wrap my legs around him while he pushes us through my doorway, then slams the door shut with his foot.

He spins us around so my back is against my door and in between our frantic kissing he says, “You thought a letter would help ease my broken heart, Evie? You thought I would be okay with that?”

Staring in his blue eyes, I love so much; I can tell exactly how much I have hurt this man with my insecurities. How could I not have seen how much he loved me and how much this bothered him? I honestly thought he would simply move on. Isn’t that what all men do? Not Declan, not this man. When he loves, he loves with his soul and loves me deeply. Him showing up here in Seattle is showing he cares, and he wants us. I at least hope that was why he was here.

“Declan, what are you doing here? Because Boston and Seattle are a tremendous feat if you are only wanting to know about the letter, I wrote you.” I ask him, with my legs still wrapped around his middle, with his erection pressed against my belly.

He takes his hand, cups my face with his thumb creasing my left cheek. I melt into his hand, “Because Evie, this was the first time you were honest with your feelings with me. It sucked fucking balls that you had to write it in a letter, you finally told me. I have been waiting months for you to do that. It messed with me because I thought my feelings were one sided.” He pauses and then smiles, “When I had a moment, I caught a flight out here and after some sweet talking to Eddie, I got your address. I had to come to you Evie… I wanted to make sure you still felt this way.” I can see the question in his eyes and the hopefulness. Taking in this beautiful man who loves me with his whole soul, yes, I love this man.

“Yes,” I reply in a soft whisper is all I can get out.

“Yes, to what? Yes, you feel the same. I need to hear you say it, baby. I need to hear it so badly,” he pleads with me.

Gazing straight into his eyes, I smile. “Yes, my feelings for you have not changed. You are all I think about and all that I want. I love you Declan.”

He smiles so big, and his right dimple pops out, “Thank fuck. I love you too, Evie, so goddamn much.” He leans in and whispers against my lips, “Now I can fuck you against your door and your neighbors will hear or I make love to you all night. Which is it?”

Jesus, this man and his dirty mouth. I am soaked, shit I was soaked instantly when I saw him on the other side of my door. I lick my lips and say, “Make love to me.”

His lips crash on to me again and he walks us back to my bedroom. This apartment is a one bedroom, so he does not need for me to tell him where my room is. Once we get into my bedroom, he sets me down. He pulls away and sees I am wearing one of his shirts. He smirks.

I go to take it off, he goes to me. “No baby, I will be the one doing the undressing, as my hands are itching to touch you.” Well, God damn.

He removes my shirt, and I am braless since I took a shower when I got home. He then removes my yoga pants and then my underwear. I am standing in front of him naked and I do not feel ashamed of my body, no I feel like the most sexist woman. That is what Declan does to me. He makes me feel like the most beautiful woman; he makes me feel sexy. I arch my brow at why I am the only one naked. He then gestures for me to undress him, and I do gladly. I remove his hoodie and his t-shirt, then I unbuckle his pants and let them fall to the floor. I drag down his briefs and I lick my lips as his beautiful cock springs free. How I have missed this man’s beautiful thick cock. I have spent many nights picturing it while I got myself off. It was not the same. I go to stand up and I slowly take in what a lucky son of a bitch I am to have this Adonis of a man.

He walks toward me and says, “Baby, I have missed this body.” It sends shivers right down my spine.

He slides his hand up the nape of my neck and kisses me softly and he slowly lowers us on to the bed without breaking our kiss. I spread my legs for him to fit between. He is kissing my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, my breast where he licks my nub. That makes me arch my back and gasps. He then sucks and nips my cup before moving to my other breast. Slowly he moves down, licking and kissing my belly, moving to each of my hips, following the same steps. When he is in front of my pussy, he smiles and raises his eyes to look at me.

“Baby, I am a starving man. I am dying to taste your sweet cunt, as it has been too long.” He dives in and spreads my legs wider to smoother his face between my pussy. Jesus, this man truly has a gift with his tongue. After he licks my clit with a slow motion, he flattens out his tongue and then adds two fingers. He is pumping me faster with his fingers. He growls into my sex and the vibration against my clit sends me about over the edge. I am moaning so loud that I do not care who hears me.

“Declan yes…. Fuck yes baby…. right there.” I can feel my orgasm building and I am about to explode when he curves his fingers, hitting my g-spot and nips my clit. I come so hard I am shaking.

“Declan!” I scream and I feel the vibrations of him chuckling. He does not stop, he keeps going and I am not sure I can come hard again, to which my body shakes uncontrollably. I am holding his head between my thighs and pulling his hair hard. He growls.

“Baby, shit. Yes, I am going to come again.” Moaning loudly.

I can feel the pressure building in my stomach and my clit is pulsing against his tongue. This second orgasm is coming on stronger and before I know it, feels like I am peeing on his face as I come the hardest, I have ever done, screaming his name. I mean, did I really pee on him? Panting as I am trying to regain myself, Declan raises himself up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Jesus, woman, you soaked my face when you squirted. Baby, you’re delicious. And I am not done with you yet. As I plan to make you soak my face again, baby.”

He lines himself up with my entrance and slams into me with us both moaning together. He feels like home. I crash my lips to him, and I taste myself on his lips and it makes me even more wet. He thrusts into me. “Baby, harder please,” I say, peering into his eyes.

“Evie, I want to take my time with you,” he says so sweetly.

“Declan, please. I need you to go harder, baby,” it’s not a plead, more of me telling him.

Without missing a beat, pounding into me. I grab his ass and pulling him even closer to me. Growling, he hikes my leg around his left side and lifts my hips slightly, where he has more access to thrust into my deeper. “Hold on to the headboard, baby.”

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