Woah. I just let that shit fly. So much for not being ready.
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DECLAN
I ’m hallucinating. No way she just said those words to me. She’s staring at me expectantly. There are so many things I want to say. I want to jump around the room and yell it from the rooftops. Instead, I ask the dumbest question a man has ever asked a woman.
“Like a friend, you mean?”
Gouging my eyeballs out would be less painful than living in my skin right now. A bead of sweat trickles down the back of my neck. Thank fuck, the room is dark.
She makes a choked sound, but to her credit, she doesn’t slap me or call me a dumb fucker. “Ah… is that what we are? Friends? I’ve never let my friends stick their tongue in my—“
I dive at her, cutting off her words. She’s shaking with laughter beneath me, and I bury my head in the lushness of her breasts. “I didn’t mean that,” I mumble, slightly distracted by her softness. I can feel her warmth through her thin t-shirt. “I’m so fucking in love with you, and I honestly don’t remember a time when I haven’t been. I’m sorry I keep saying the wrong thing. You just make my brain go numb sometimes.”
Her hands thread through my short hair, locking at the back of my head. “Declan,” she breathes, making every single one of my senses leap to life. “Look at me.”
I reluctantly raise my head because...boobs. Plus, I’m afraid to say anything else that might ruin this moment. Her face is so soft. I want her to look at me just like that, forever.
“I like the scattered, say-the-wrong-thing version of you. That’s the guy I fell for all those years ago. Please don’t change.”
Smoothing my thumb over her cheekbone, across to her mouth, I thank god or whoever made this woman apply for this job. The day she showed up at work and knocked me out of my chair was the day my entire world got brighter.
“How the hell did a woman like you ever fall for a geek like me?”
“Surprised me too. But you’re so deep in me now, I can’t remember anyone else.”
“Good,” I mumble, already sliding back down to those breasts. I want...I need this connection to her right now. Before we face the men gunning for our destruction. And judging by her moan so does she.
While she’s on her side, I drag her loose pants down her legs, brushing kisses as I go, then, unable to resist, pull her panties aside and spear two fingers into her. Her wetness and warmth surrounding me is the best fucking drug in the world. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I find that textured part of her with my fingers and rub over it.
She bucks. “Jesus, Dec. Again.”
“So bossy,” I mutter against her stomach. But I love her shouts, her moans, her threats of bodily harm if I don’t make her come. She’s as fiery in bed as she is in the rest of the world. It’s only when I’ve pushed her over the edge that I get soft Cara. She makes me work for it, as she should.
The way she’s riding my fingers as she clutches my head ratchets my desire up to a million. Pulling my fingers out, I push her onto her back. I rise over her and suck on my fingers. “You taste so fucking good.” I’m fucking torn. I want more of her down my throat, but I’m desperate to get her wrapped around my cock. Her gasped, ‘fuck me,’ is the tiebreaker.
When I slide home, we both suck in a breath. I plant a fist next to her head, the electric currents running between us making me dizzy in a way that nothing else ever has. I dip my mouth down to hers, sipping from her as I give her all of me.
“I thought pushing myself to the edge on a racetrack, testing my limits, was the most thrilling thing there is.” Her collarbones need some of my attention. I trace the line of them with my tongue, loving the salt of her skin. “I was so...so wrong. Because being with you, Cara, it’s better than anything I’ve ever felt.”
She wraps her arms and legs around my back, pulling me down to her. Being pressed against her sends tingles down to the tips of my toes. But I have to move. I’m powerless not to. I manage a kind of awkward scoot.
“Jesus, Fuck. Do that again,” Cara orders, yanking her mouth away from me and biting into the cord of my neck. I oblige, pushing against her over and over. Breathing labored, she pants, “yes, yes,” against my skin, over and over.
My rhythm isn’t perfect, but apparently, it doesn’t matter. She falls over the edge with a yell, squeezing around me like a vise, setting me off like a rocket.
My ears are buzzing, light flashing behind my eyes. My hips can’t stop thrusting. That’s when the extra wetness registers. My fucking stomach drops through the bed to the ground some thirty stories below.
“I didn’t use a condom,” I admit, freezing. I’ve never not worn one. Ransom drilled safe sex into us before I even realized what my dick was for. His detailed explanations of diseases successfully freaked me the fuck out. But now, with this woman I love in my arms, I lost my head.
Cara, still panting in my arms, flops a hand against my back. “S’ok,” she mumbles.
I let her lack of concern calm me down. Carefully, I pull out of her warmth, watching her closely. She smiles up at me. “It’s really ok...except,” she says with a frown, “I can feel it leaking out.” She slaps at my shoulders, “Move, move.”
I shift off her, grinning, quickly wiping my smile off my face when she glares at me. She slides off the bed and hobbles to the bathroom, legs pressed tightly together, and I lose it, letting my laughter roll.
“Careful big boy,” she yells from behind the door, “you tease me about this, you won’t get in me bare again.”