Page 60 of Vengeful Devotion
“What are you laughing at?” Declan asks, lowering himself into his seat.
I notice how his eyes linger on my chest a little longer than usual.
“Nothing,” I quip.
He raises his eyebrow but drops the subject. As he pulls out of the driveway, I let my eyes wander all over him before stopping to linger on his hands. I can’t wait to have those hands on me, to feel their strength against my skin. I reach across to trace my fingertips on the back of his hand with my fingertips as it rests on the gearshift. He looks over at me. I see the heat I feel mirrored in his gaze.
“Pull over.”
“What?”
“Pull over.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “We’re not going there, Wildflower.”
“Why not?”
“You’re in no condition to make that choice.”
I scoff. “I’m pretty sure I can decide what to do with my body.”
“No. I won’t take you that way.”
A pout forms on my face as frustration, stronger than I’ve ever felt, fills me. My first instinct is to touch myself. After all, if he won’t do it, why can’t I? Of course, there is the issue of me never having done that. I’ve never needed to before I met Declan. And the few times I’ve tried over the last few weeks didn’t end in fireworks. I need Declan to find relief. I just have to figure out how I’m going to get him on board.
It feels like hours until we get to the hotel. I keep my legs squeezed together as we check in and get on the elevator. There are mirrors lining the walls. I keep my gaze on Declan. There’s so much want in his eyes, but his body is as frozen as a statue. His hand wound tightly around mine. I can feel him holding back, and I hate it.
I run a hand up my thigh slowly. Bringing his attention to the lower half of my body, right where I want him. I can see the war written all over his face. He’s so close to breaking, I can feel it. The more I move up my leg, the more the thread of his restraint frays.
The ding of the elevator bell breaks the spell of privacy around us. I’m so frustrated, I could scream. I need a fucking release, and I need it now. Declan pulls me down the hallway to our room. The lights turn on as he opens the door. My mouth drops open.
“I hope you like it,” Declan whispers from behind me, pushing my hair to one side of my neck.
I’m so focused on the flare of desire sprouting from his touch that I almost forget to reply.
“It’s an apartment.”
“It’s short term. Just until we’re sure everything is safe.”
I grab his wrists, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s beautiful, Declan. But I’d really like to see the bedroom now.”
He spins me around, picking me back up in one swift motion. I can feel his growing erection beneath his slacks. Wrapping my legs tightly around him, I grind against him.
“Gemma,” he groans in warning.
My name on his lips drenches my panties. I hold myself against him, not leaving any space to put between us. Declan pushes a door open with his foot. The room smells clean. Too clean. It makes me miss the smell of Declan’s room.
He peels me off him, laying me on the bed. I almost cry when he doesn’t crawl on top of me. Instead, he sits in a leather wing-backed chair at the edge of the bed. If he thinks he’s getting away from me tonight, he’s wrong.
I waste no time bouncing off the bed and stalking towards him. My eyes stay locked on his. Putting myself between his knees, I stop and stand before him. I trail my fingers up my thighs, grabbing the hem of my short nightgown. Declan all but stops breathing as I pull it over my head.
I bite my lip, standing in nothing but a scrap of pink cotton. He keeps his hands on the armrest as I climb into his lap. His body is a rigid block of ice. But I don’t mind. I know how to make him melt. I think.
Pressing my lips to his, I feel him soften just a little. I lick his lips, the way he does mine when he wants his tongue in my mouth. And just like me, Declan opens. His tongue is warm and wet. Sliding against mine in a duel for dominance. The kiss turns feral. I grind my hips into his. My clit rubbing against his hard cock. It feels so damn good. I can’t help but release his mouth and moan. I keep moving across his lap. Bringing myself closer to the relief I need.
“I can’t touch you, bláth fiáin. Not like this. This can’t be our first time.”
I slow my movements but not stopping. “Just let me take what I need.”
