Never Been Ready (6 page)

"Do you think of me every time you come? Cry out my name when you screamed your release?"

His hand moved up my torso and squeezed my breast as his thumb rubbed my nipple into a hard peak. I instantly felt my panties drench at his touch. My body's physical reaction to him was so intense that I could feel my knees quivering beneath me. I hated that a man could make me feel this way, so helpless and out of control, but I couldn't get enough. I knew the moment Declan had shown up at my door last week that I'd end up here. It was only a matter of time. An addict can hold out for only so long before she needs another fix, especially when her fix is six plus feet of raw alpha male.

"You haven't answered my questions, Leah," he whispered against my ear.

"Yes. God, yes," I moaned.

His hand traveled down my body before reaching the lacy edge of my panties. When his hand stilled, I nearly screamed in frustration. I needed his touch like I needed air. He owned me in that moment, and he fucking knew it.

Taking a step back, his voice rough like gravel, he pointed to my panties and said, "Slide those down your pretty little legs, won't you?"

Happily agreeing because it meant I would be that much closer to my goal of being fucked to death by Declan, I started to step out of my heels.

"Uh-uh, Leah. Keep the heels. Just the panties," he instructed, his eyes dark and full of desire.

Giving him a small smirk, I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties, and ever so slowly, I slid them down my slim legs, making a show of the process. My eyes locked with his again, and I noticed his fists tighten at his sides as his jaw ticked. Apparently, I wasn't the only one so overly affected by the other. He looked like a ticking time bomb waiting to blow.

"Back against the door," he commanded, motioning toward the suite entrance with a nod of his head.

He followed me as I walked backward, taking a couple of steps, until my back hit the cold wooden door. He drew near, and I felt his fully clothed body become flush with mine. Seeing him still wearing every article of clothing while I stood bare was thrilling. It made me feel wanton and desirable, and as I looked into his eyes, I knew he felt the same.

His hand found my breast again, and my nipple pebbled at his familiar touch. Declan kissed my collarbone —a favorite place for him, it seemed —and then his tongue swept up my neck until his teeth gently tugged my ear.

"From now on, Leah, you will only scream my name when you come."

I whimpered. The man made me freaking whimper in want. I needed him to touch me —right now. If I were stuck on a desert island without food or water and I was given the choice of a picnic basket filled with sustenance or an hour with Declan James, I wasn't sure what I would choose. Right now, I'd say,
Screw the food. I'll take the hot-as-fuck actor, please!

His hand traveled from my breast, down my stomach until it found my slick core. I silently begged, pleaded, and offered him my entire 401(k) plan if he would just end the torture and stroke me.

"Oh God, Declan, please," I moaned.

He lazily ran his fingers over the smooth juncture of my thighs, clearly enjoying the wax I had done just a few days earlier.

"Please, what, Leah?"

"Please make me come. Damn it, Declan!"

He chuckled softly, and then that large alpha male dropped to his knees before me, never breaking eye contact. He shucked off his leather jacket quickly, and I took a moment to admire the new view. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt underneath, and it clung to him, showing the hard lines and muscles of his toned body.

Yum.

"Spread your legs," he said gruffly.

No sooner had I done as he'd commanded, he was on me, burying his head between my legs in one swift motion.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed.

His tongue found my clit, sending waves of pleasure rushing through my body. Back and forth, his tongue moved over the tiny bundle of nerves at the center of my body until I thought I was going to explode. Just when I was getting close to coming from that alone, he plunged his tongue into my core, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. He mouth fucked me with wild abandon, seeming to get lost in the process. His hands pushed me further into the door, and then he lifted one leg at a time over his shoulder until I was suspended against it, seated on his shoulders. He never stopped working me with his tongue, and the new angle allowed him to penetrate deeper.

"God, I forgot how sweet you taste," he said against my flesh.

In those minutes, I thought I fell in love with Declan's tongue. It was a work of art and should receive medals or trophies. If there were an award for the best tongue action, Declan would win, hands down.

I weaved my fingers through his dark locks as his thumb found my clit. The two sensations together sent me over the edge, making me free fall into bliss. My body shook from the force of my orgasm, and I silently thanked Declan's massive shoulders for holding me upright. He let my legs return to the floor, and slowly, he rose, licking his lips with the same tongue he'd just used to fuck me senseless.

Without a word, he began to give me a striptease of his own as he lifted his white T-shirt in one graceful, fluid move. My memories of his body hadn't done him justice, and the few films he'd done were strictly shirt-on type movies. Those directors were seriously stupid. They could make a shit-ton of money just by having Declan parade around shirtless for a few minutes. Women would line up for days to see that movie.

His broad tanned shoulders gave way to a torso made for stroking, petting, and licking. Along with his six-pack abs, he had a perfect V that pointed to all things dirty —things my mind and body couldn't wait to do again. As if he heard my naughty thoughts out loud, Declan smirked while his hands headed for his belt buckle. My libido cheered him on, begging his hands to work faster. He grabbed a condom from his back pocket, and then his faded jeans dropped to the floor, leaving him standing before me in a pair of black boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. He was hard, massive, and so ready for me under the thin barrier of fabric. As his hand went to the waistband of his boxers, I pushed off the door, stopping him.

"No, let me," I said boldly, needing to put my hands on him immediately.

He stilled, gave me the condom, and allowed me to take over. The instant my fingers touched the hot skin of his abdomen, he hissed in pleasure. His eyes flared an intense green as my hands wrapped around his back and slipped into his boxers to grab his tight ass. After giving it a firm squeeze, I pulled the boxers down his legs, dropped myself to the floor, and leaned back onto the balls of my feet. Ripping the wrapper of the condom apart with my teeth, I slowly slid it down the long length of his shaft.

Seeing me in this position must have been the last straw for Declan. Before I even had a chance to admire the view from below, I was hauled up, slammed against the wall, and devoured by his mouth. Our tongues tangled and moved together, and his hand fisted in my hair like he was punishing me for some unspoken act. I felt the same because no man should be this consuming or make me feel this unglued. Men were fun but on my terms. Declan had a way of turning me inside out, twisting me in knots, and just when I thought I had recovered, he'd do it all over again.

As we feverishly kissed, he reached a hand down my body until he found my center, and then he slid his fingers into my wet core.

"God, you're so wet," he said against my mouth, "so ready."

He removed his finger, lifted me up higher on the door, and then brought me down onto his rock-hard shaft. I cried out at the sudden invasion, but he gave no mercy as he pulled out and slammed back in again. The door shook and vibrated as he fucked me, and I gladly took all of it, letting out my cries of pleasure, completely uncaring what people passing by might think.

"That's it, Leah. Let those boys downstairs hear how much I like to please my
girlfriend
. Let them know whose name you scream out when you come."

"Oh God, yes!" I cried as he continued to thrust and fill me completely.

"No, wrong name...although I have been called him a time or two. Try again, Leah," he taunted.

His fingers found my sweet spot, and he began to rub my clit as he pounded me against the wall with his powerful strokes. I could feel my muscles beginning to tighten and clench, and I knew I was close as my stomach began to flutter.

Just when I thought I would pass out, I screamed, "Declan!"

I came undone, fisting his cock like a vice, which sent him over the edge and he joined me with a deep guttural moan.

Out of breath and completely sated, I sagged against the support of his body as his hand braced us against the door. I didn't think I'd ever been this tired from sex before, and I'd had sex with Declan before, so that was saying something.

As I lay against Declan's hard shoulder, I felt him beginning to harden again inside me. I lifted my head and met his eyes in surprise. His smug smile said it all.

"What? Did you think you were done? Silly girl." He laughed.

That man was like the Energizer Bunny. He kept me going all night long, never stopping longer than to change the condom and grab a glass of water. He was an unstoppable force.

God bless Declan James.

~Leah~

"Against the wall?" Clare squeaked as we sat on her bed, folding laundry on a chilly Tuesday afternoon.

We'd met for yoga, had lunch at one of our favorite little spots in town, and now, we were spending some quality time with her socks and underwear. I was an awesome best friend.

"Yep, and then he bent me over the desk and took me in the shower. Hell, we even did it on the floor before we made it to the actual bed."

"Wow, didn't your, um...girlie bits hurt after all that?" she asked.

I burst out laughing. I loved Clare. She and I were the perfect combo. I said whatever the fuck came to mind without a care for the consequences while Clare turned the color of a tomato and said things like
girlie bits
because she was too afraid to say
pussy
out loud.

"Of course they did. Every time I walked around the next day at work, I ached. That would only remind me of the night before, which of course, reminded me of Declan, which made me horny."

"You're crazy! I swear, you two are a match made in heaven! Two nymphos. I should start typing up the wedding announcement now. Hmm...that could be interesting! Do you think using the word
nymphomaniac
in a wedding invitation is tacky?"

"No!" I shouted a bit too loudly. "No weddings, no engagements, no matches made in heaven, Clare! We are screwing each other. That is it. It's for a few months, and then we are done. Okay? Consider it a long-term fuck buddy. Nothing more."

I had been reminded of that fact this morning when I had woken up to an empty hotel room —no note, no phone number...nothing. A boyfriend would have left a note explaining where he had gone. A lover would have at least left a phone number. Walking around the hotel room, I'd realized that Declan and I were neither of those things. I couldn't even consider us lovers because that just sounded too intimate. It involved feelings, and I couldn't risk any of those. I had given too many to the last one, and he'd left me high and dry. I had learned my lesson.

So, I had done the few things I could in that moment. I'd ordered the most expensive room service possible, making sure it was charged to my boyfriend's room, and then I'd taken the longest, hottest bubble bath known to man. I'd wandered around in his white hotel robe, enjoyed my overpriced Belgian waffle and French-pressed coffee, and told myself that this was the best possible relationship I could ever have. In fact, while soaking in the jetted tub, I'd told myself that I was a genius, pure genius.

Not only did I get to enjoy one of the hottest males on the planet, but I also didn't have to worry about when or if he would leave me. I wouldn't have to pace the floors, wondering if he was screwing someone behind my back or whether he would remember our anniversary. I knew exactly what he expected of me and how long our arrangement would last.

It was perfect, right?

Right.

"Are you sure? I mean, you don't want anything more permanent?" Clare asked hesitantly.

"No!" I snapped. "I mean, I am fine with this. He isn't my forever man, so why not have some fun?" I said with an encouraging smile.

I hadn't told Clare that I didn't plan on having a forever man. Whenever she had brought it up, I would deflect, saying I just hadn't found him yet. She wouldn't understand. She had one, and she would never comprehend how a woman could go through life without someone as wonderful as Logan. Personally, if I had a Logan, I wouldn't either. But the super-awesome guy store was currently out of stock, and I heard the waiting list was endless.

"Okay...well, if you are sure, then I'm happy for you. I mean, I'm happy that you're happy," she fumbled. "You know the thing with Daniel isn't always going to happen, right? I mean, decent men are still out there. You can't compare them all to him."