20. Chapter 20
Chapter 20
DECLAN
V ivian is wide-eyed when we crash onto the floor.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
She stares at me for a split second longer and then bursts out laughing. I love the sound, and I smile at her, then kiss her.
Vivian stops laughing on a sigh. “Uh, I guess this thing is broken.”
I push her hair back from her face gently, her cheek so soft and so pink now. I study her, and she studies me back. She bites her bottom lip. “Are you okay?” she asks me.
“Me?” I ask, letting out a laugh. “I can’t honestly remember a better Thursday.”
“Is that a joke, Declan?” she asks, her voice dancing with humor. I nod. I feel lighter. I always feel lighter with Vivian, but this, finally giving in to what I’ve been feeling, what we are both feeling—it has me weightless.
I love the feel of my body against hers. She reaches up and traces my lips with her finger, then drops her finger down to my chest , tracing the falcon tattoo I have there. The bird has its wings spread, and it spans across both of my pecs. “I didn’t know you have a tattoo,” she whispers.
“Just the one,” I tell her, watching her face. I’m usually a fuck-and-go guy. I don’t generally hang out and have small talk. But there are a lot of things I do with Vivian I don’t usually do. She feels so different. She makes me feel so different. “Do you have any?” I ask her, trying to distract myself from questions I have about me and Vivian. I don’t like not having all the answers.
She shakes her head. “I can’t think of anything I’d want forever,” she says. “Does this mean something?”
I nod. “My last name means Falcon,” I tell her. “So this is what’s important to me.”
“Your name?” she asks, looking up at me with her green eyes.
“My family,” I say.
I plant a kiss on her lips and lean back from her, pulling myself and the condom out of her. I take it off and shed my jeans. I take the condom to the trash can and then I go back to Vivian. She’s looking at me warily, as I crouch down and pluck the remains of her bra off her and then gather her in my arms.
She stiffens and grabs my shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you to your bedroom, and then I am going to take my time with you,” I say as I walk her to the small room just feet away and lay her on the bed.
Her eyes are watchful of everything I do. “Declan?” she says, and I can hear the unasked questions in her voice and see them in her eyes.
I crawl over her. “I think about you all the time, Vivian,” I say. I settle between her legs, my cock hardening against her warmth as I bare myself body and soul to her. “I don’t think about anyone but myself and my family and now you. I can’t not think about you.”
“I think about you too,” she admits on a whisper, touching my cheek with her fingers.
I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth, pressing kisses to it. “I feel things for you, and I don’t know what it is, but I do know for me this is more than a quick fuck.”
“So what is it?”
“I want you in my life, Vivian,” I tell her. “Do you want that?”
She bites her lip and then finally says the most beautiful yes I’ve ever heard. I cover her mouth with mine and start my worship of her body. Because I don’t have all the words, but my actions can speak for me.