by K. C. Crowne
We were out of our seats and headed toward the limo in seconds. Once we slipped inside and the privacy screen was up, I took his face in my hands and placed my lips against his. He pulled me into his lap, and I straddled him - feeling his erection pressing against me.
His strong hands were in my hair, pulling gently. His rough beard tickled my face as his mouth moved lower, sucking at my neck. I threw my head back and moaned softly as I ground myself against his body.
“I need you so badly,” he growled against my skin.
His hungry hands moved along my body, tugging at my dress. I helped him slip it off me, which seemed to surprise him.
“You’ve grown bold,” he teased.
“Oh baby, you have no idea,” I muttered, silencing him with a kiss.
I so badly wanted to reach down and remove his pants, but the drive to my place wasn’t long enough for all of that. I would have to wait, as painful as it was. My body ached for him, as if I was empty and needed him to fill me up.
For years after our encounter in the barn, I’d thought about him – about how good his lips tasted against mine, how large he had felt against my body. I had yearned for him, and in that moment, I realized that the yearning had never gone away. It was still there, a fire inside me that had never died, and now that we were together, fuel had been added.
The limo slowed and a voice announced over the speaker, “We’re here, Ms. Stone.”
Declan helped me slip back into my dress, both of us giggling like school children as we did so. The door to the limo opened, and we stepped out, nearly at the same time. I thanked the driver as we hurried for my apartment.
Pedro held the door open for us as we entered, and the elevator was waiting as well. Damn, it felt good to be rich, I had to admit it. There were certainly benefits, especially when you were nearly dying with anticipation for what was about to go down once we reached my bedroom.
As soon as we were alone in the elevator, I pressed my body against his, slamming him into the wall. I kissed him long and hard, my tongue probing his mouth as we waited for the beep signaling we’d reached my apartment.
“I can’t wait to get you out of that dress completely,” he muttered against my lips.
“And I’m dying to get you out of those jeans,” I replied huskily. “I’ve been waiting fifteen years for this, so you’ve been warned, I might go a little crazy.”
“I think I can handle it.” That dimple in his cheek was pure perfection, and his blue eyes held so much heat in them.
As soon as the doors opened, we stumbled into my apartment, and I wasn’t sure we were going to make it upstairs. But Declan surprised me by taking me in his arms, lifting me off the ground, and carrying me up the stairs to my bedroom.
Never had anyone held me like that, and I felt so safe in his arms. I stared deep into those eyes, stroking his face.
Why did he have to live in Liberty…No, stop it, Eva. You’re from two totally different worlds now. Just enjoy one night.
When he stepped off that top step and into my master suite, he let out a sound of surprise. “Wow.”
My penthouse was nice, but my favorite room was the bedroom. With floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park that could be tinted when the sun was too bright and a bed larger than a king, it was both cozy and beautiful. And decorated to fit my tastes to a tee - in my favorite colors of black, white, and red.
Declan sat me down on my bed, and I fell backward into the red satin sheets, sprawling out before him.
“Undress for me. Give me a show,” I ordered.
He laughed, running a hand over his face.
“What? Did I embarrass you?” I asked, sitting upright. “Here, let me help you with that belt.”
I unbuckled his belt, staring up at him with a mischievous grin. I tossed the belt to the floor before moving to his pants.
“I think I can handle this,” he said, and I let him, leaning back again to enjoy the view.
He didn’t go for his pants, however. He pulled off his shirt, and my breath caught in my throat.
His chest was as chiseled and perfect as I remembered from seeing him running shirtless around town. Thick bands of muscle formed a six pack, and there was that V leading my eyes downward, beckoning me to remove his pants and finally see what I’d missed out on thanks to high school assholes.
“Please…” I begged without even realizing it.
“Please what?” he asked, teasing me.
“I need to see all of you,” I said, writhing against the sheets. If my panties weren’t completely melted off me, I’d have been shocked.
He cocked an eyebrow and stared at me for a second until I begged him again. “Please, Declan. Don’t make me do it myself—”
I was about to sit upright again, but he didn’t make me wait – he dropped his pants to the floor along with his boxers.
I sat up straight when I saw him, my jaw nearly on the granite floor at his feet.
I knew he was large; I could feel it when he pressed into me but seeing it and feeling it were entirely different. I reached out for him, taking him into my hands first, my tiny hands nothing compared to his thickness.
“Wow…” I murmured, licking my lips as I imagined what he would taste like. I lowered myself and slipped my lips around him.
I stared up at him, my tongue running along the soft skin, tasting him for the first time.
Declan let out a low growl, his eyes fluttering and his body shaking. He placed his hands on my head but didn’t push me downward. Instead, he gently nudged me back.
“I’m afraid I won’t last very long if you keep that up,” he said. “And besides, I think it’s your turn to undress now.”
I stood up as he lifted my dress up over my head, tossing it to the floor in a rush as he reached for my bra. Our mouths collided as he worked at the clasp, releasing my breasts into his hands. He lowered his head, taking one of my pink nipples between his lips, rolling his tongue around it as my knees went weak.
The burning inside me grew even more intense, and even though it didn’t even sound like my voice, I whispered, “Please, Declan… I need you, now.”
He slipped my panties off and lowered us to the bed, hovering above me. His mouth returned to mine, but not for long, as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted to kiss next. He moved lower, down to my neck, sucking gently on the flesh and nibbling as he went.
He moved even lower to my breasts, taking my nipple between those sweet lips, switching between them as he gazed up at me, so much hunger in his eyes. My body tingled and I whimpered, again, “Please…”
He moved lower, dotting kisses along my belly. He was headed even lower when I grabbed him, doing my best to yank him up on top of me.
“No, Declan, I need you inside me. Now,” I whimpered.
His strong, muscular body hovered above me, and he kissed me. I wrapped my legs around him, lifting upward to meet his body. I could feel him against me, pressing against my opening.
He was teasing me.
I let out a sound that was part whimper, part squeal, digging my nails into his back and crying out again, “Plea—”
Before I could finish, he thrust into me and the rest of the word was a soft, low groan of pleasure.
Finally. That feeling of emptiness was satisfied.
Declan rested his forehead against mine, staring deep into my eyes, his cock sheathed inside me. I held onto him, my body wrapped completely around his, clenching my muscles around him.
Slowly, he started rocking, gently moving in and out of me. His lips met mine, and his tongue matched his rhythm in my mouth. I arched upward to meet each and every thrust, my heels digging into him, pulling me higher and higher, and him deeper and deeper.
The wait had put me on edge, so it was only a matter of minutes before the first orgasm rushed over me, leaving my body writhing underneath him. Declan never slowed down or changed his rhythm, even as I flailed beneath him.
“Oh God…” I whimpered. �
��Oh Declan…”
My body relaxed as the orgasm subsided, but we weren’t done yet. Declan grabbed my hips and rolled us over on the bed, bringing my body above his. I sat upright, showing off my breasts.
At one time, I would have been worried about my body not being good enough for him. My stomach wasn’t completely flat, and I had more curves than some of women in the media. But Declan stared at me like I was a complete and utter goddess, his gaze moving over every curve as his hands touched every inch of me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as I slowly began riding him.
My breasts were more than a handful, though he tried to contain them as they bounced with my movement. I ground against him, feeling him deep inside me. My clit rubbed against his pelvic bone, sending electrical volts of pleasure through my body. He squeezed my nipples, intensifying the sensation, eliciting a cry of pleasure from my mouth.
I fell forward as I came a second time. Declan’s face was contorted into a look of bliss along with me. He grabbed my hips, pulling me down against him as his cock throbbed inside me.
Burying my face in his neck, I inhaled his deep, musky scent while savoring the feeling of our bodies together, his cock still inside me. His heart thudded against the wall of his chest as he held me close.
“Damn…” he mumbled, his voice a bit gravely.
“Yeah. Damn,” I said, chuckling as I situated myself a bit better to look at him. He cupped my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine.
“If you think you’re done,” I whispered against his lips, “you’ve got another think coming.”
“Oh, I’m nowhere near done, baby,” he responded. “Come here.”
He nudged me to his side and turned to face me - wrapping those thick arms around my body and holding me close.
There was no doubt in my mind. Declan wasn’t going anywhere that night. He wasn’t leaving my side until he had to leave for the airport the next morning.
Fifteen years of sexual frustration might be too much for one night, but we were going to do everything we could to make up for lost time before he left.
Chapter 7
Declan
The alarm clock on the nightstand tortured me with the countdown to leaving Eva’s place. After two more times, Eva was passed out beside me and the countdown to my trip back to Liberty caused my restlessness.
Her dark hair fell over her face, nearly hiding her from view, but her eyes fluttered open.
“What time is it?” she muttered.
“Five in the morning,” I said, my voice soft.
“You have to leave soon,” she said, her eyes widening. Did I imagine it or had she squeezed me tighter against her? “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”
“I can’t blame you. You were exhausted,” I said, pushing her hair away from her face.
She was so beautiful…too beautiful to even be real. I never understood why the kids we went to school with hadn’t seen it, or maybe they had and were just jealous. The fact that the media now talked about her sex appeal, and how she had models at her beck-and-call, I knew that the rest of the world finally saw what I had seen all those years ago.
It was about damned time that she knew how perfect she was.
Luscious red lips. Silky black hair. A complexion that made me believe that skin really could be made from porcelain. And those curves… Grown men could appreciate the beauty in a voluptuous body, something high school students seemed to lack.
I kissed her gently, unable to stop myself. The craving for her lips was too intense to deny.
“I’m going to make sure everything is set up with my driver,” she whispered against my mouth. “Even though it’s taking everything in me to pull myself away from you right now.”
“Just hurry back.”
Her lips pulled back into a beautiful smile. She was so full of life, so happy, and it pulled at my heart in ways that I knew were dangerous. I had to remind myself that I was leaving in less than an hour and that was it. We had agreed to one night, and as soon as I walked out that door, we were done.
I released her, even though it appeared she didn’t want me to let her go. She slipped from the bed. The moonlight highlighted the paleness of her skin as she walked toward the stairs, her hips swishing with every move. She looked back at me from in front of the massive windows overlooking the city, the city lights not nearly as blinding as her beauty.
“My phone is downstairs,” she said.
I hopped from the bed, prepared to follow her anywhere, but as I approached, she put a hand on my chest and stared up at me, biting her lower lip. “You might want to shower before you leave. I’ll join you in a couple minutes, after I check with my driver.”
“Mmm, talk about motivation,” I said, kissing her quickly. “But what if I’m not done getting dirty yet?”
Eva’s body was pressed between me and the window, and she stared at me with a mischievous smile. “Think we have time?”
“I’ll always make time for you,” I growled as I dropped to my knees. “Especially since I didn’t get to this properly last night.”
Her mouth opened in a perfect O and her eyes were as wide as saucers as I parted her legs and buried my face between those thick thighs.
Lacing her fingers into my hair, she fell back against the window. The world below continued, even though it felt like a world away from us.
Grabbing her ass, I pulled her closer, taking a deep breath before burying my tongue between those sweet lips.
I’d wanted to taste her since I first saw her at the auction. No, scratch that, since I first was partnered up with her in art class. And the wait had definitely been worth it.
The way her body shuddered against me, the soft moans she made, her sweet wetness against my tongue…. It was all worth the wait.
“Declan,” she whimpered as I circled and teased her clit, using my fingers to tease her opening. I knew she was right about us not having much time, but I had one goal in mind at that moment and getting to the airport was low on the priority list.
Her nails dug into my scalp as her breathing grew more ragged, her sounds more desperate. I slipped two fingers inside her, gently moving them in and out, curving them upward in hopes of finding her G spot. My tongue never left her clit, teasing and sucking until I found a rhythm that made her knees almost give out.
Within minutes, I heard the words I’d been dying to hear, “I’m close…” she whimpered breathlessly. “Oh God, Declan… I’m going to—”
She didn’t have to say the words; her body told me everything I needed to know. She let out a scream of pleasure as her pussy spasmed around my fingers, her wetness soaking them and filling my mouth.
After a few seconds, her body jerked in response, and I knew that she was overly sensitive. She pulled at my hair, and I stumbled to my feet. Before I could say anything, she kissed me long and hard, not even concerned about the taste of herself on my lips.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice sounding tired. But when she smiled at me, I saw nothing but bliss.
My body ached for her. My cock was ready to go and begging for me to carry her back to the bed and make love to her all through the morning. Screw the flight, I thought briefly.
“We really need to hurry,” Eva said once she caught her breath.
I knew she was right. Staying would only make leaving harder.
“I guess I’ll take that shower now.” I needed to cool off.
“I’ll call my driver,” she said. “I’m not sure I’ll have time to join you - or we might never get you out the door.”
She smiled sweetly before standing on her tiptoes and kissing me. She then slipped away, walking down the stairs as I watched her.
Damn, I really didn’t want to leave.
Freshly showered and rushed out the door. I’d never been into one-night stands, so this wasn’t the norm for me. In the ideal scenario, I would have made her breakfast and we would have stayed in bed all day together.
The driver stopped by my hotel long enough for me to grab my things, and then we had to deal with rush hour traffic to get to the airport. Poor planning on my part, I thought. Not just because it meant I had to leave too damned early, but of all the times to head to the airport… right when everyone was waking up and starting their day.
What I wouldn’t have given for at least one more round with Eva too…
Stop it, Declan. You had more than you thought you would. No one had ever made me want it as badly as she did, and the fact that I would have to go back to Liberty like nothing had happened in New York City was not making it any easier.
To distract myself from my thoughts, I turned on my phone and found several messages from the guys at the office. I opened Ezra’s message first. I stared at it for a long time, blinking in confusion.
You needed off for “personal reasons”, huh? This was followed by a link.
I clicked on the link and my heart stopped as I read the article.
Who is this Mystery Man in Eva Stone’s Life?
Photos from the auction were included, which made sense. But there were photos of us from the restaurant, and even more of us slipping from the limo and rushing into her building, our hands all over each other.
Several more messages, mostly ribbing from the guys. Apparently, the assistants were into the gossip rags and spread it around the office, eventually getting back to them. Great. I just loved my personal business splashed all over the headlines.
Clark sent me a message asking, So does this mean you’re out of the game now?
The car. I’d completely forgotten about the car, but technically I hadn’t broken any rules. I typed a response, hesitating as I thought over my words.
We aren’t dating. I’m still in.
I would have given up my chance at the car - I would have given practically anything - to see where things with Eva went, but it was clear we weren’t going to see each other again, or at least very rarely. She wasn’t coming back to Liberty, and I couldn’t uproot my entire life and move to New York City, especially when we lived such totally different lives.
