Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
What in the hell was he doing?
Declan’s lips pressed hard to Marley’s. A hot, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and the little moan that rose in her throat had to be the sexiest sound that he’d ever heard. His hands shoved down harder against the surface of the desk as he leaned into her. She tasted decadent and sweet at the same time. A heady taste that drove him ever closer to the edge of his control.
For the last week, he’d tortured himself with dreams and fantasies of Marley. She’d been in his home. In the bedroom right next to his. He’d slipped into her room to check on her, yes, but…
Each night, I wanted to touch her. I wanted to kiss her.
Hell, it wasn’t about some sweet and tender romance.
I want to devour her. To possess her completely. To own her. To take some of the goodness that was pure Marley and keep it, forever.
To keep her.
But he’d tried to do the right thing, dammit. Tried to tell her to walk away. He’d planned to keep his hands off her. He could avoid wrecking something—someone—in his life, just this once. And then…
I want you.
Marley’s words rang in his head. His right hand lifted. Moved to her thigh. Bunched up the soft fabric of her dress. Touched her skin that was even softer. Silk. His mouth tore from hers, and he kissed a path down her throat. Her hands were curled around his upper arms. Her legs had widened so that he could ease closer.
It would be so easy to shove the skirt of her dress up higher. To yank away her panties and thrust deep into her. To take my fantasy.
And with every second that passed, his control shredded a bit more. He skated closer and closer to the edge. Stop me, Marley. Stop. Me.
“Why would I want to do that?”
He jerked back from her, stunned that he’d actually voiced the words that had been rolling through his head. The voice of a conscience that should have been long dead. Only that conscience had seemed to creep to life once again when Marley entered his world.
“I didn’t do the whole routine of shredding my pride and confessing my desire so that I could stop you.” A shake of her head. “You think I do this all the time? Hop on the desks of men and try to seduce them?”
“You’d better fucking not.” A savage growl. The scent of jasmine and amber was making him lose his mind.
“I don’t. Haven’t actually been with anyone in two years now, if you want the truth.” Her lips were red. Swollen from his mouth. He got distracted by her delectable mouth, so it took a bit too long for her words to register and actually process in his lust-soaked brain.
Did she say two years?
“After the attack by Glass, I pulled away from everyone in my life. My boyfriend at the time—Zane Patrick—he kept telling me that I should never have been in the prison. And the way he looked at me sometimes…I knew that he didn’t like the scars. Zane said they’d always be ugly reminders of my mistake.”
Her mistake? The sonofabitch. “You’re fucking perfect.” Zane Patrick. Another name to add to his list. People didn’t just get to wrong Marley and walk away scot-free, not on his watch. They didn’t?—
“He wasn’t right for me. I knew it even before he showed me what an asshole he was.” Her fingers slid down Declan’s right arm. “But, if you don’t mind, I’d rather not talk about him. Especially when I am trying so hard to seduce you.”
He’d love to never talk about any man who’d touched her before him. No one else will. You’re going to be mine from here on out, Marley. A bad guy could only try to do good for so long. He’d exhausted his goodness.
Time to take some of hers.
You want to seduce me, love? You want me? Then I am yours. Declan’s hands deliberately fisted in the softness of her dress’s skirt. He lifted it up higher, inch by slow inch. His gaze dropped to her thighs. Gorgeous. Sexy. Another inch. Another. Until he could see the black silk panties she wore.
“They match the dress,” she said, voice breathless and husky and utterly tempting. “So does my bra.”
“I’ll be seeing that matching bra soon enough.” He’d been seeing every single inch of her soon enough. But first…
His fingers moved between her legs. He stroked her through the silk of the panties, rubbing right over her core.
She jerked, as if he’d startled her, but a quick rush of air escaped her lips. “That feels nice.”
Nice? Fucking nice? Oh, things were about to feel a whole lot better than nice. Maybe that was what it had been like with that prick of an ex she had, but not with Declan. “I don’t do nice.”
Her long lashes fluttered.
“Remember that,” he told her, and his fingers curled around the panties right before he yanked the underwear down her legs.
Her shoes hit the floor. Two soft clatters. He’d stepped back just enough so that he could rip the panties away completely. He tossed them down near her shoes. Then he put his hands on the inside of her thighs. Slowly tracked upward until he reached the spot he craved. This time when he touched her, there was nothing between them. Nothing but her hot, tight sex waiting for him.
One finger dipped inside. She gripped him greedily, and a husky moan slid from her.
His thumb rubbed over her clit. Stroking softly and then…
I’m not the soft type. He’d told her he wasn’t nice.
He shoved her back, spread her out right on top of his desk, and he bent to replace his hand with his mouth.
“ Declan!”
She was crying out his name, but not in pleasure. More like shock. They’d get to the pleasure part soon enough. His tongue stroked her. Slid against her clit over and over and over even as he worked two fingers into the tightest, hottest heaven he’d ever experienced. Her hips heaved up against him. Her hands grabbed for his shoulders. Missed. Her fingers stroked through his hair.
Was she trying to pull him closer? Or stop him?
He feasted more, insane for her taste. Sweet and decadent, that was his Marley. A taste that addicted him. He could not get enough of her. Her breathy moans filled his ears. His tongue replaced his fingers and thrust into her.
Her hips heaved.
He lapped her up. Went back to her clit. Worked her relentlessly because he was not stopping until he could taste her pleasure on his tongue.
“Declan?” Surprise. Then, “ Declan!”
Her body jolted. She cried out as her orgasm lashed through her, and he greedily drank up her release. He didn’t stop licking. Stroking. Kissing. He kept up the frantic pace as her orgasm trembled and rocked through her whole body. She went bow tense, then seemed to collapse against the surface of the desk.
Licking his lips, he slowly rose to tower over her. Her dress was bunched at her waist, leaving the lower portion of her body naked. Her lashes lifted, and her breath heaved out as she said, “That…that was…”
“A taste.” His taste. Of her. He’d be getting lots more tastes. Because he’d just found his favorite treat in the whole world. Marley. But for now…
I want to fuck her more than I want to breathe.
She was sitting up. He grabbed the dress. Yanked it over her head and tossed it to join the shoes. And, sure enough, she was wearing the promised matching black bra. A bra that cupped her breasts and offered them to him like a freaking gift.
His fingers skimmed over the lush mounds. He unhooked the bra. Ditched it. And then she reached for him?—
“No.” He pushed her back down onto the desk. “Not done with my turn yet.” She was spread out on the desk. The sexiest vision in the world. How the fuck was he ever supposed to work at this desk and not remember her? Remember this moment?
Her tight nipples tempted him, and he had to put his mouth on them. Had to suck and lick and her hands grabbed for his shoulders again. He felt the bite of her nails, and, in return, his teeth grazed her.
She shuddered beneath him.
His hands slid back down between her legs even as he began to lick and suck and kiss her other breast. Her body quivered and jerked, and his dick was so damn hard that he thought he might explode at any minute.
In her. Get in her.
But he’d wanted to make sure she was ready. There could be no regrets. Marley wasn’t getting a nice bout of sex from him. He intended to give her the fucking of her life.
She was wet and sensitive from her orgasm. So hot. And tight. She was going to feel incredible around his dick.
And she was going to be his.
“Declan! I want you in me!”
Like there was any other place he wanted to be.
But first…
His lips skimmed over her scars. Brief kisses. I will make him pay. No one marks you and walks away.
She stiffened when he kissed her scars. Then her hands flew down. She caught his face. Pulled him up to her. Marley kissed him with a wild abandon as their lips met in a frantic collision. He hauled her to the edge of the desk. She arched against him and rode his dick through his pants.
Not good enough.
He pulled away.
“Declan!”
He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Hauled out the dick that ached for her. He had a condom on seconds later and the head of his dick pressed into her.
Her hands fell to grasp his upper arms. “You’re…uh, bigger than I’m used to…”
Compliments, compliments. “I’m gonna fuck you harder than what you’re used to, as well.” A savage promise.
She’d been staring down at their bodies. Watching as his dick pushed slightly inside her. But her head lifted at his rough words. A faint smile teased her lips. “I’d like that.”
He was a goner. His control shredded in the face of her soft smile and those three words. He grabbed her hips, hauled her against him, and sank balls deep into her. In that instant, when she surrounded him with her tight, hot, insane core, reality fell away. Nothing mattered but her.
Nothing.
He had her on the edge of the desk. In and out, he thrust. Fast pistons of his hips against her. One hand slid between them to mercilessly stroke her clit as he plunged into her. Again and again and again.
A quick scream erupted from her. One that she instantly tried to muffle with her hand. Why muffle it? He liked it when she screamed for him. Liked it even more when he felt the ripples of her release squeezing his cock.
He pounded into her. Couldn’t get inside her far enough. Wanted more. Wanted everything. He scooped her into his arms. Took a few steps with her as he remained buried deep in her heat. Her legs wrapped around him. Her arms. He pressed her against the wall. Lifted her up. Drove into her. Took. Claimed.
Fucked her against the wall and had her crying out in pleasure for him yet again even as his own orgasm barreled through him. It hit in a blinding blast, and pleasure erupted in every cell of his body. He sank into her, kept thrusting, kept fucking her…
When the fury ended, when the release still hummed through his body, and he could actually see past the driving, consuming need, he stared down at her.
She gave him that smile again. Her sweet, innocent smile. Then she said, “You did fuck me harder.”
Yes, he had…shit, had it been too hard? Had he hurt her? Had he?—
“And I liked it.” Her arms were around his neck. “Can’t wait for you to do it again.”