Aware of where we are, I pull away. Her cheeks are still wet as she stares up at me, her expression dazed. A wicked grin tugs at my mouth, and I stroke my thumb over her swollen lower lip.
“There’ll always be an us, Lily. You’re my always, my forever.”
Her breath hitches in her throat, hearing the same words she’d given to me when we said our vows to each other. “Declan?—”
“No, don’t say anything now,” I whisper, pressing my thumb harder against her lips. She nods, and I move my hand so I can press another lingering kiss to her mouth. “Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night.”
We don’t linger after that.
Neither of us was feeling up to making small talk, especially with people who were looking at us like a hawk might eye up fresh roadkill.
I’m walking Lily up to her door, when she swings around and looks at me, her expression coy. “I was thinking…” she trails off suggestively, and my heart kicks up a notch.
“Yeah?” I step closer.
“Well,” she drops a hand, fingering the material of her dress. “You bought me all these pretty…things. It would be a shame if they didn’t get admired.”
I close the distance between us completely, dragging her roughly against me. “You wearing the lace I got you, baby?” I rasp, fisting her dress near her hip. “You gonna show me?”
She bites her lower lip before giving me a slow nod, and I groan. I thrust my hand into her hair, dislodging the pretty way she’d done it up and tug her head back, arching her neck for my mouth, my tongue flicking out.
She flinches away with a laugh, shoving at my shoulders. “Stop licking me!”
“Why?” I mutter, grazing my teeth against her skin. She smells so fucking good, likehome, and all my blood surges south. “You taste good.”
“If you’re still hungry,” she retorts, “I’ll feed you.” I pull back so I can lock my eyes with hers, and her mouth parts on a gasp. “Food. I’ll feed you food.”
My smile is slow in coming, and wicked. “I don’t want food.”
She moistens her lips nervously, and my eyes drop to watch the movement, just as she asks, “What do you want?”
My breath catches at the low question, her blue eyes blazing into mine, the color of a stormy day where the clouds have finally parted, letting the sun shine through. She’s tense under my hold, but her stare doesn’t waver from mine.
“What do I want?” I echo, and she nods, ignoring the way her hair pulls against my hold. I shift my hips, and she lets out a small gasp, feeling the hard press of my arousal against her middle. A small smile tugs at my lips at her reaction, watching a flush creep into her cheeks.
No one has ever affected me the way this woman does. She makes my world brighter,better, just for being in it. All the time without her, even when she was keeping me on the fringe of her life, had been a bitter, icy hell.
She’s edged the door open between us tonight, and I’m not taking it for granted, not when I know that the world feels like without her in it.
Her touch is soft as her hands slide past my jacket, pressing against my chest. She leans forward, her breath brushing against my lips in a sensuous touch.
“You haven’t answered me, Dec.”
I shake my head, the hazy fog of desire lifting just enough to give me clarity. “Is Sasha here?” She looks over at the driveway, then back at me, shaking her head. “Open the door, Lily.” My voice doesn’t sound like me, too deep and too rough. She eyes me wordlessly, but does as I say, and then I’m kicking the door shut before and following her into her bedroom. I watch quietly as she removes her heels before she stands and faces me.
“If you like the dress, take it off.” She sends me a bemused look, and I lift my brows. “Or I’ll rip it off you.”
She gasps in horror. “Do you know how much this dress cost?”
My mouth curls. “Baby, I was the one who bought it.”
She arches her brows, but turns around, giving me her back. “Unzipme then.” I step closer, grabbing the tiny tab and tugging it down torturously slow. She shivers as my breath brushes the back of her neck. The dress finally drops, catching on her hips. I give it one more tug, and then it’s on the ground, a puddle of rose gold.
I step back, looking down and groaning at the sight of the white strip disappearing between her plump cheeks.
“Show me, Lily.”
She turns around, her breasts cupped by sheer white lace. The darker pink of her nipples visible through the fabric, and saliva pools in my mouth, desperate for a taste.
