Chapter 12 Don’t Stop Now
DON'T STOP NOW
Isla
Out on the hallway, my back slammed against the wall.
Holy fuck, Declan was kissing me. Like, really kissing me.
The drumming in my chest made it impossible to think about the implication of what we were doing.
Even though it hurt my ego, I knew that if he had stayed away from me all this time it was because he wanted to do the right thing.
Having a one-night stand with his nanny-slash-employee couldn’t end well.
A tug on the spaghetti strap of my top snapped me back to reality. My eyes flew open and zeroed in on the wild look in Declan’s gaze.
“I know what I’m getting into,” I blurted out.
“Do you?” He panted a breath, cocking an eyebrow. “Don’t believe everything you read.”
“Your life is upside down. The last thing you need right now is a scandal.”
“You think I care what a few tabloids think of me?” He cradled my cheek. “I care about you. I’ve nothing to give you.”
Declan was the founder of a billion-dollar company.
He was filthy rich. But he didn’t mean to give me material things.
He meant him. The idea that he had considered giving me more of him, even though he couldn’t, melted my heart.
It made me feels things I wasn’t ready to put into words, let alone rationalize.
“I’m not expecting a marriage proposal.” I gripped his shirt. Jesus, he smelled so good. “All I want is you. No strings attached.”
“Isla.” He slid the pad of his thumb over my lips.
His gaze darted from one side of my face to the other as if trying to decide what to do next.
Or maybe he was waiting for me to come to my senses and tell him to stop.
“I want you so much. I can’t stand it.” He pulled on my strap again.
When he finally pulled it down, he released a breath and brought his mouth down to the beauty mark on the inside of my breast.
Hot kisses left a wet trail as he moved on to my suck on my nipple, and then, the other.
A rush of adrenaline shot through my core.
My legs gave out from under me, but Declan was there to catch me.
He wrapped one arm around my waist while he used his free hand to cup my pussy.
Heat swirled out of control where his palm rubbed me with firm strokes.
“I bet you have a pretty pussy.”
I shook my head. I had no idea. I hadn’t considered what my pussy looked like. It looked like many others, I supposed. “I don’t know.”
“Such a tease.” He wedged his thigh between mine. Because he was holding most of my weight, I had no choice but to spread open for him. In the next beat, he slipped his fingers inside my shorts and right into my folds. “You’re already wet for me.” He went deeper until he reached my entrance.
This was how much he was out of my league.
In a single minute, he had me pinned against the wall with a leg hooked over his muscular quad while he worked my pussy into a frenzy.
Whatever self-control I thought I had when it came to sex was all gone.
As it was with everything he did in his life, he was in charge.
I stood and waited for him to decide what to do next.
Though I was dying to feel him inside me, filling me.
“Declan,” I mumbled, fisting his dress shirt.
“I want to see you come.” He captured my mouth with his, plunging his tongue past my lips in an all-consuming promise to do that with his cock later. “Now be a good girl and stay.” He gripped both my shoulders and pressed my back against the wall, so he didn’t have to support my weight anymore.
My breath hitched when I realized what he meant to do. He knelt in front of me, his hot blue gaze glued to mine. Slowly, he pulled down my shorts, panties and all.
“Hmmm.” He breathed me in as his nose nudged at the apex of my bare mound right over my clit. “Beautiful.”
“What?” I glanced down just as he swiped his tongue along my seam. He flashed me a sexy smile then pressed his lips to my throbbing bud. “Omigod.” My hips bucked against his face. “Yes.”
He continued to suck and nibble, teasing until a spark took hold inside me.
My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath.
I could feel the orgasm building with every one of his strokes.
Just when I thought I couldn’t hold it anymore, he put two fingers inside me, pushing hard until he reached my sensitive spot.
And then it was all I could do to stop it.
The heat I’d tried to contain spilled from my core and spread to the rest of me—my toes, legs, and chest. My release came in electric waves.
I had never come like that. My heart thrashed in my ears and made it hard to hear. When I finally came down from my high, I glanced down at Declan, who sat on his haunches, smiling up at me. I should’ve been embarrassed to act like this in front of my boss, but I wasn’t. I wanted more.
“More.”
“I’m quite sure my cock will fall off if we don’t finish this now.” He kissed me hard, wrapped both his arms around my waist, and half-carried me past his door and straight to his bed.
“We wouldn’t want that to happen.” I pressed my lips to his.
When he pulled away, my body tensed. I reached for him, but he flashed me a wicked smile and took another step back.
In that moment, I realized my clothes were gone and he was still fully dressed.
I’d seen him without a shirt four times before.
Though one of those instances shouldn’t count because it was a blurry candid from one of the UK tabloids.
They had found him vacationing in some beach in Spain and managed to snap a picture of his back.
The other time was when he returned from one of his workouts.
I was in the kitchen and watched as he walked from the front door to his room all sweaty and hot.
And of course, my first night at his place when he opened the door in nothing but pajama pants.
This right here was different because he was taking his clothes off for me.
Me. After he shrugged out of his dress shirt, he kicked off his shoes with urgency, then reached behind him and pulled his under-shirt over his head.
The man was insanely built—broad shoulders, hard chest, killer abs.
Like a moth to the flame, I pushed away from the mattress to help him with his pants.
His movements had slowed, and the fear that he might change his mind settled at the pit of my stomach like a pile of rocks.
I wanted him. “Don’t stop now.”
“I’m being selfish. You don’t care?”
I shook my head, letting my gaze drop from his beautiful face down to his pecs, where soft hair tickled my palms. “No.” I bent down and brushed my lips over his nipples and then the ridges on his stomach.
“Oh, fuck.” He gripped the hair at the nape of my neck and brought my mouth up to meet his.
He kissed me hard and so desperately, I wondered if maybe he had been thinking about being with me as much as I had.
By the time the bedding pressed against the back of my thighs, he was out of his uber expensive dress pants and boxer briefs.
The man had been blessed with brawn and brains.
And fuck me if he didn’t have the biggest cock—thick and shiny with a single vein running from base to shaft.
The tip was wet with pre-cum, and I wanted nothing else but to lick it clean.
When I tried to cup him, he gripped my wrist. “If you touch me, I won’t last a minute.”
Desire spiraled through me like tiny flames, lapping at my core with every pass.
I was so turned on by the sight of his naked body, I couldn’t hear or think straight.
I just wanted him inside me already. As if he could sense my urgency, or maybe he felt the same need as me, he pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer and quickly rolled it over his massive erection.
Our hips met just as he gripped my waist to hoist me onto the bed. In the same swift motion, he entered me, and we fell on top of the bed skin to skin as he thrust deep, hitting my G-spot head-on. I moaned, arching my back and spreading my legs wider to give better access.
He took handfuls of my ass and plunged again and again.
His approach to sex was the same as everything else in his life.
He was focused, passionate, and just fucking brilliant.
Omigod, I was so out of my league with him.
I slid my hands over his shoulders and the muscles on his back and let the heat build at my core again.
In the next beat, he pulled all the way out, and that was when my orgasm unraveled.
With a wicked smile, he let it hang like that for a second, raw and unfulfilled.
I ran my nails down the length of his bulging biceps, hoping he’d see the agony in my eyes.
He took pity on me then and drove his cock to the hilt, deeper this time.
No one had ever filled me like this before.
No one had ever come close. Two more pumps were all it took to finally get me there.
My release hit all my nerve endings at once this time, not in shockwaves, but in one hot, electric charge that ravished every inch of me.
“Isla.” Declan collapsed on top of me with his hips pushing against me, going deeper as he spilled inside me.
Even though he was wearing a condom, I imagined his seed washing over me.
What was it about him that made me have such dirty thoughts?
I wasn’t normally this much on fire over a guy.
I wrapped my legs and arms around him. I didn’t want this moment to end.
Especially because I knew that come tomorrow, he would be gone.
Tears pooled in my eyes when I considered all the things I couldn’t have with this magnificent man. I blinked to clear my vision and buried my face in the nook of his neck and shoulder.
“You look so beautiful when you come, love.” He panted several breaths that matched mine.
I wedged a hand between us and pressed it to his chest where his heart thrashed out of control. I liked that I had done that to him. That in this moment, his blood pumped hard because of me. He met my gaze while we waited for our pulses to return to normal.
And then he rolled off me. The absence of his body heat left me feeling cold and alone.
“Hey.” He turned onto his side to face me. “Isla, are you okay?”
“Yes.” I smiled at him. “I’m just trying to process what just happened.”
“I believe it’s called sex.”
“You know what I mean.” I laughed. The act unraveled the knot in my chest. “It’s usually not like this for me.”
“Me neither.” He furrowed his brows, pulling me into his arms.
“Good.” I relaxed next to him.
Several minutes later, the high of the mind-blowing orgasm wore off.
I let go and shifted away from him. What now?
Was I supposed to get up, walk naked back to my room, and forget about what just happened?
I could possibly manage the first two, but not the last. Declan had gotten under my skin—forgetting him would be impossible.
I sat up and let my feet dangle over the side of the bed. Before I could make up an excuse to leave, he cradled my neck and captured my mouth with his. The soft strokes of his tongue fogged up my head again, and for the life of me, I couldn’t think of a single reason to leave this room—this man.
“You’re sorely mistaken if you think I’m going to let you go,” he whispered as he worked his way down to my neck.
“Wasn’t that the plan?” I let him guide me onto my back. His body against mine felt so good. So right. So not the plan.
“As I recall, we made no plans.” He kneaded one breast until my nipple plumped up to meet his lips. “I tried so hard to stay away from you and do the right thing. Forgive me.”
“I’m confused.” I arched toward him. Whatever he was doing to my aching bud, I didn’t want it to stop. “What am I forgiving you for?” I let out a breath when he sucked harder. “That you stayed away or that we didn’t make plans.”
“That I want you this much.”
“I want you, too.” I pulled him to me.
I was obviously not in my right mind when I considered leaving.
Following his lead, I tentatively pushed my tongue past his lips.
The act felt so empowering. Knowing he wanted me too was empowering.
I pushed softly on his chest, and he fell back on the comforter.
Heat built at my core again, and all I could think of was having him inside me.
I straddled him, rubbing my clit over his erection. He was ready for me all over again.
He gripped my hip and ground me harder against him. “Omigod.” I loved how he took control even while lying flat on his back. That was Declan Noble—always in charge. How could I resist him? I never had a chance.
“Condom.”
His urgent request sent me to a frenzy of desire. I couldn’t think, let alone breathe. I made to get up, but he stiffened under me, grabbing both shoulders to keep me still.
“What is it?” I met his gaze and forced myself to pay attention to my surroundings.
“He’s up.”
Sure enough. As soon as he said the words, I heard Joey’s urgent cry. The one that said, “I’m hungry and need a diaper change.” Fuck me. I released a breath and squeezed my legs together. My brain knew a second round of sex was off the table, but my clit and my core were still burning for relief.
“I’ll get him,” he mumbled.
“No. That’s fine. I’m still your nanny for the next few days.” I climbed off him.
“Nanny?” He groaned and reached for my waist. “You’re killing me, Isla. What time does he go down again? Seven?”
“Six, if we tire him out.” I wedged myself between his thighs, reveling in how perfect we fit together.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”