Chapter 22 Declan
DECLAN
Bree. Her name was part prayer, part salvation. She stood in the middle of her apartment in that towel that put all sorts of delicious visions in my head.
Dangerous. So fucking dangerous to my self-control.
I’d come to her apartment to make sure there was no lasting damage after her fall.
I’d gotten a glimpse of her, the wet shirt clinging to every curve and her nipples visible through the soaked cotton, and I’d almost dropped to my knees then and there.
The dryer tumbled in a low hum that barely registered.
I took another step, crossing the room as every ounce of self restraint evaporated.
We were alone in the pub, with nothing and no one to bother us until the water damage restoration company came to pump the cellar.
We had time, and I planned on using every last second.
She lifted her chin at my approach, and I framed her face in my hands, loving how perfect she fit against me.
“Didn’t know you had a thing for towels.” Her lips quirked in a smile.
“Neither did I.” I kissed her slow and deep, the exact way I’d been dreaming of for days.
She gasped against my mouth and grabbed my shirt. “Declan.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I pulled back enough to look at her, needing to make sure she still wanted this, still wanted me.
“Don’t you dare.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and held on.
Thank god. I kissed her again, deeper this time, sliding my hands down to her waist and then up to the edge of the towel. One tug. That’s all it would take. I pulled. The towel fell away, pooling at her feet.
She rubbed her nipples over my bare chest, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I was just thinking about how badly I wanted to lick every inch of you.”
Water glistened on her shoulders, and I bent my head to kiss it away. “I could say the same.”
Nails scraped lightly over my chest, then down my abs to the button of my jeans. “You’re wearing too many clothes. Not fair when I’m naked.”
“I like you naked.” I swept her hair away from her face and stepped out of my jeans when she pushed them down my hips. She didn’t pause, didn’t even slow, following my pants down, wrapping her hands and her mouth around my cock. “Fuck. Bree.”
A chuckle rattled her throat and down my cock. She stroked me hard and fast, exactly how I liked it. I bucked into her mouth, and she took me deeper.
My knees locked, my spine going straight to keep me from falling at the tug on my balls when she cupped them in one hand and licked my shaft.
I’d meant to take control, to be the one causing her to twist and writhe beneath me, but the sensations spreading through my entire body when she continued to lick and suck my cock held me in place. “Bree.” I groaned her name over and over.
She nipped the underside of my cock with a sharp bite that drove all the air from my lungs. “Bedroom.”
I followed her in a daze, my gaze locked on her swaying hips. Seeing the bed on the other side of the room snapped me into focus. I nudged her down onto her back and settled between her thighs. “My turn.”
Her knees fell open, giving me access. I didn’t hesitate to bury my head in her slick pussy and lick her, sliding two fingers inside and pumping deep.
“Oh god.” Her spine arched.
I’d learned what she liked, and I had no intention of wasting a single second of our time together.
I flicked my tongue over her clit and curled my fingers.
“Come for me, Bree. Come on my hand, then I’ll give you my cock.
” I lowered my mouth to her clit and blew out a soft breath while working my fingers in a slow, decadent rhythm that left her panting and fisting her hands in the sheets.
“Declan.” My name came out as a plea. “Please.”
I added a third finger and sucked her clit. Her thighs clenched around my head, her breaths coming shorter and faster. That’s it. That was what I wanted. I pulled her leg over my shoulder and pushed the other up toward her arm, opening her wider and driving my fingers deeper.
She came with a cry, her whole body going taut and clenching around my fingers so hard my cock throbbed and swelled.
I worked her through the orgasm, gentling my touch to keep from overstimulating her.
“Inside me. Now.” She stared at me, green eyes hazy and face flushed but still needing me.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I kissed my way up her body, relishing the flutters of movement in her stomach and the way her nipples tightened into tiny peaks that begged to be pinched and stroked.
I did just that, flicking my finger back and forth over one nipple, then the other, as I pressed the head of my cock to her entrance.
Her hips lifted off the bed, silently begging me to put her out of her misery.
“Not yet.” I whispered against the curve of her neck and pushed inside. She spasmed around me, her quick gasp and needy when I bottomed out. My stomach clenched. I dug my toes into the bed and pushed deeper, driving us up the bed with every slow thrust.
I loved the feel of her, the tightness and heat that went on forever. I pulled out and sat back on my heels, needing to see her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Red hair spread across the bed in a halo of damp curls. Heavy-lidded eyes tracked my movement, and she crooked a finger at me, beckoning me back.
One of these days, I wanted her sitting on my face when she came.
Next time. I promised myself even as I nudged her legs wider apart, hooking them over my elbows and watching my cock enter her.
She reached over her head and grabbed the headboard, pushing against it to ride my cock.
I’d never seen anything as beautiful as the two of us joined together.
I withdrew to the head of my cock, snapped my hips, and buried myself balls deep.
“Fuuuck.” My spine tingled, my stomach caved in, and my balls drew up so tight they ached. I did it again. Then again. Bree cried out with every thrust, her body coiling tighter and tighter. The quiver in her thighs started up again, and I pumped harder. Faster.
“I can’t.” Bree sobbed out a string of nonsense, then, “So hard. You’re so fucking hard, Declan. It feels so good. I want it to last forever, but I can’t.” She shattered with a scream loud enough to wake the dead.
The sudden tightening around my cock wrenched my release from me so hard I nearly blacked out. I spasmed, emptying myself inside her in a series of shorter thrusts that pushed Bree into another orgasm.
Sweat slicked my skin, and I buried my head in her chest, catching my breath and breathing in the sex-scented air. “You smell good.”
“Right back at you.” She kissed my shoulder and pinched my ass.
A hammering knock sounded from downstairs.
Bree flinched so hard her pussy clenched. “Oh my god. Someone’s here.” Her frantic gaze shot around the room. “I need to get dressed. I smell like sex. Oh god. So do you.”
I froze, then relaxed. “It’s fine. That must be the restoration company.” I kissed her and withdrew, rolling off the bed and backtracking to the living room for my pants. “I’ll let them in. It’s fine.”
The water restoration people were from a company out of Boston. They wouldn’t know me, or Bree. It wouldn’t matter to them if I showed up without a shirt. I zipped up at Bree’s door and hurried down the stairs, yanking open the door as another booming knock reverberated against the door.
Hand still raised, our local plumber gave me a look that raised both eyebrows. “Declan.”
“Hey, Dan. Sorry. I was trying to move some of the pricier items out of the cellar before they ruined.” Halfway true.
He nodded and walked past me. “No worries. I finished the other job early and thought I’d better come on over. Can’t have our favorite watering hole down for too long.” He made it halfway across the room without breaking stride. “Not sure how being shirtless helps you haul inventory.”
I mentally kicked myself for assuming anything and invented a cover story.
“Shirt got wet, so I took it off. Don’t like the feel, you know?
” My pants practically dripped water, but he didn’t point out the inconsistency in my sensory issue.
Not like I could run around without pants on. Now that would cause a stir.
Dan grunted and walked behind the bar, down the steps, and into the cellar.
He paused before stepping into the water.
“Quite a mess down here. I see why you wanted to clear out. Wouldn’t want that stuff getting wet.
” He pointed at the line of boxes right at the water line.
“The guys on their way to pump this out?”
“Yeah.” I stopped before admitting that I’d thought they were the ones at the door. That made me sound suspicious, and I couldn’t afford that.
Dan pulled on a pair of knee-high waders and sloshed through the water to the busted pipe.
“I turned the water off. You need help with anything else.”
The floor above us creaked, and I raised my head to track the movement.
Bree appeared at the corner of the bar. “Declan, I have your shirt.”
I tried to shake my head, to do something to stop her, but she kept coming, her smile warm and so fucking bright I faltered.
She held out my dry shirt. “Thanks for letting me borrow it when mine got wet.” She’d changed into dry clothes and braided her damp hair, and I still smelled myself on her.
I took the shirt and yanked it over my head. “No problem.”
Dan cleared his throat. “Afternoon, Bree.”
She startled, her gaze snapping from me to Dan and back again. “Dan. I didn’t realize you were here. I just wanted to give Declan his shirt. I was helping him bring things out of the cellar and mine got drenched. I put his in the dryer after he let me wear it.”
I cleared my throat, and her rambling stopped. Her explanation worked better than mine, but I’d already given Dan a different version of the story. I should have stuck closer to the truth. Bree made sense, where I’d sounded like a fool.
Dan looked back and forth between us. “Right. Okay. Not sure why you think I care about Declan’s shirt, but I’d like to get started on this.” He pointed at the exposed pipe.
My heart sank. He realized our stories didn’t line up. I blew our cover wide open by trying to keep Bree out of it when I should have tried harder to include her.