Her head shakes no, but I grab her upright by the back of her neck and pull her into me. The shirt I put her in to sleep tightens around her curves and bunches.
“Declan.” Her moan forces my hand. I used to think I had superpowers and was immune to the guiles of women, but I have to have her—even if it’s just a taste for now. I can’t wait until later when the mere sound of want coming from her lips reduces me to a helpless mortal man.
“I’ll be coming back for dessert, Sydney. This is only the beginning.” I crush her lips underneath mine, forcing her mouth open wide. She whimpers and I tilt her chin down sweeping in to taste her. Honey and lemon. Who knew she could be tart and sweet. I want to kiss her pussy lips, licking between her wet folds for hours drinking her in, but that will have to wait. Unsatisfied, I settle for plunging my hand between bed linens and her skin. When my fingers graze her wet cunt, she moans, and I step closer to the bed and force her legs wide apart as I openly lick her mouth and suck on her neck.
I pull back enough to rest my forehead against hers. “Tell me what you want.” She tastes of spring and innocence—things I’ll ruin, given time. Taking her later will be all the sweeter when my dick plows her mound, claiming her.
“I want you, Declan. Just you.”
“How, baby?” My hand slips lower, teasing, playing gently against the soft lips and sliding up and down. My thumb rubs her clit and my finger hovers, circling her damp, hot core.
“I want your finger inside me.” That moan is my undoing.
“Just one?” I push slowly inside, feeling her inner walls clench as they resist my longest digit penetrating her up to my knuckle.
“You’re tight, Sydney. So fucking tight.”
A little gush of her honey makes the second stroke easier, and her head extends back as she rides the ripple of an orgasm close to the surface. “You’re soaked, baby. I’m sliding through.” Her core squeezes my finger. I add a second one popping them in and out fast, not giving her exactly what she wants, but instead taking what I want.
“I want to fuck you hard so that you wear my sweat on your skin at the restaurant. I want your legs slick, silk sticking to your cunt all through dinner so I can lick you for dessert,” I whisper hotly in her ear.
“It burns.” She pushes her hands to my chest and I grab them in a single clasp, holding her close to me. Between us heartbeats pulse, and I feel like I ran ten miles just to have her.
“Aye, it does. I promise a fire much later.” I kiss her forehead, circling my finger wide inside her before slipping it out and tasting her musky essence.
“Dec.” She grabs me, pulling my head to hers, and kisses me, tasting herself on my lips. It’s the single hottest thing that’s ever happened to me, and I forget any other woman before her. They are gone. Erased. Obliterated.
I release Sydney into the pile of sheets, letting her cover her modesty for one last time. Tonight, nothing will stand in my way. No debts, no familial obligations, because I will have all of her.
“Forget the bath. I want you as you are,” I growl, thinking about dried cum on her thighs and keeping her dirty for me alone. I never said I’m right in the head.
Sydney is an unsatisfied quivering mess. She looks like a goddess amidst tangled sheets and wild hair. Finger-fucking did nothing to loosen her up, but her scent is back and that’s all I care about.
“Can I wash my hair?”
“For once, Sydney, be a good girl and do what I tell you to do.” I kiss her lips in a quick peck.
“I plan to meet with Neil later which will take up most of the day.”
She nods, listening.
“Don’t touch yourself. I want you drunk with need, because I’m not going to go easy on you and we both know it.” I tap my finger on her nose lightly.
Her eyes flash and I warn her again to not finish herself off or there will be consequences. I want her in a state of ravenous need when the time comes. Right now I have business that needs tending before I can give her my undivided attention.
Hours pas
s while I’m engrossed in spreadsheets when the door to my office opens and Neil saunters in, disturbing the peace. I look up from my latest report of numbers. The club has alcohol to be ordered, and the last shipment of containers came into port late last night. I only received the manifesto and logs this morning, which still have to be sorted and accounted for.
“Dinner? Really, Declan.” Neil looks astonished. He makes it sound unbelievable that I would want to break bread and converse with a female in a place other than between silky sheets. I forget that my reputation often precedes me.
“The staff around here talks too much. Also, you’re not invited.” I flip through files, calculating numbers and ignoring him as I wave for him to take a seat.
“That wasn’t your plan for the girl.”
I look up and scan my brother’s face. Instead of sitting, he stands with his hands gripping the chair, white-knuckling the trim and brocade fabric that’s older than either one of us. He’s oddly protective of Sydney and it bothers me. He says he’s not interested in her, and he’d better hope that’s true. He won’t get a shot at her until I’ve had my fill of her warm body, and I doubt I’ll be giving her up anytime soon.
I wave him off. “Yes, yes, I know. It sounds far less like ‘suck my dick’ than I meant for it to, but there’s something about her.” Maybe it’s my honesty, but Neil looks appeased.