“I made you a promise, didn’t I?”
“You did?”
“The last time we were together I promised to be fully naked before I touched you.”
My whole body flushed at the memory of that luncheon when he fed me tasty morsels of food while he played with my pussy. I had worked so hard to forget all those moments we had spent together. But now, I couldn’t stop the desire that stormed past the last wall I had built to keep my heart safe.
“Gosh, I want you.” I pulled my sundress over my head.
He rewarded me with a growly “hmm” that made my clit throb a little harder. His mouth clasped to my aching nipples while he walked me toward the bed in the far corner. Declan’s hard body molded to mine as he kissed me hard and kneaded my ass. My body heated as the buzz at my core took hold and then spread down my legs and up into my chest. I caved into his touch, letting him move me to where he wanted.
In a beat, I was out of my panties, on my back, and with my legs spread wide. The throbbing around my bud intensified. But when I rubbed my pussy, desperately looking for a bit of relief, Declan wedged himself between my thighs and pinned my wrists over my head. “Let me do it. I want to see that pretty pussy and feel it in my hand. It’s been so long.”
He bent down and caught my mound in an open-mouth kiss. The sensation was so strong, I squirmed and bucked while he continued his sweet torture. Seriously, that man had been in my apartment for all of twenty minutes and I was already on the very edge, waiting for my first orgasm in what felt like an eternity.
He pulled away and pushed on the inside of my thighs. I was exposed to him, and I didn’t care. I just wanted my mounting need to be set free.
“Don’t stop.” I reached for him but caught nothing but air.
“Turn around,” he commanded and flipped me onto my belly at the same time.
I was still reeling for the orgasm he denied me, that I didn’t fully register what he intended to do. He smacked my butt cheek. The sound echoed against the bare walls. It hadn’t hurt, but it still managed to render me speechless. Had he really spanked me?
“That’s for not taking any of my calls.”
His fingers kneaded the prickling sensation on my skin. I moaned into the soft duvet because I honestly had never been this turned on in my life. And that included the times I had been with Declan.
His palm met my bottom again and left it smarting. He hovered his hand over the tender spot. “That’sfor making a plan to actually forget about me.” He rubbed me until the pain subsided. A raw charge lingered at my core. I was so close to coming. But again, when I tried to touch myself, Declan pulled my hand away. “I say when you come,” he whispered in my ear. “This last one is for all the nights I had to spend away from you.” He spanked me again.
“I thought…”
“I spent days crafting the perfect plan to get you back. All that time, I was so afraid I had already lost you.” He plunged into to me from behind, gripping my hips hard to keep me in place.
I wanted to tell him I was sorry we had wasted so much time trying to do the right thing. And now I realized I hadn’t stayed away from him because of some noble deed. I stayed away because I was afraid to love someone like Declan. I was afraid that even if he did love, he would never love me as much as I loved him.
“Tell the truth.” He drove his hard cock deeper.
“I was scared.” I fisted the comforter, reveling in every hot wave of pleasure he delivered with every thrust.
“I was scared, too,” he whispered against my earlobe then moved down to suck hard on my neck while he reached under and stroked my clit.
I came instantly, hot and heavy in his hands. The second I started to come down from my orgasm, he rolled his hips. My G-spot ignited, and I climaxed all over again. He kept at it, riding me hard until he found his release, too.
My body went limp, though my heart pounded so out of control, I was sure my ribs would crack. But I didn’t dare move. Having Declan’s muscled chest brushing my backwhile he labored to catch his breath was my idea of heaven. He was mine.
“Make-up sex is incredibly underrated,” he panted.
“I want to do that again.”
Declan’s response was a loud smack on my ass.
“What was that for?” I turned to face him.
“I’ve been wanting to spank that bum since the night you climbed into my Bentley and flashed me that sexy beauty mark.” He cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine.
His kiss wasn’t as demanding and desperate as before. This was more sedated and loving and slow—all soft lips and gentle strokes of his tongue.
“I was mortified the next day. And was really, really wishing you wouldn’t remember me.”
