She frowns. “Don’t make this into something it’s not, Declan. You’re confusing lust for something else. We’re good at scratching each other’s itches. That’s all.”
Her words hurt a little even though I know she’s right. I lift her foot, place it on my chest, and proceed to massage it. “I’m being honest when I say that. I’m attracted to you in ways that I’ve never been. That doesn’t mean that I’m turning this into something it’s not. Loosen up, Marian. We can have fun while doing it.”
She’s silent as she contemplates my words. “Okay, we can have fun just so long as we remember that at the end of this, we both walk away.”
My chest squeezes. I’ve known Marian for a short time, but the thought of walking away from her is unimaginable.
Chapter 15
Marian
I must be dreaming. I close my eyes tightly, determined to enjoy it to the very end. The strong, firm hands that know their way around a female body caress my breasts. I’m lying on the side facing the wall, and my dream lover is spooning me, with his cock pressing against my ass.
Soft moans fall from my mouth as sharp pleasure floods my body. He rolls a nipple between his fingers. I throw my head back and feel his breath on my neck.
“You smell so sweet.”
My eyes pop open. At the realization that the hands that are on me are real, I smile, still half asleep. Declan. Secure in the knowledge that the dream will not end abruptly, I press my ass against his cock.
He groans and murmurs more sweet words. His cock slips between my legs, and holding it, he nudges it into my slick folds. Arousal juices gush out as he rocks his cock against my folds.
“I want you, Declan,” I say, unable to hold back. I’m more than ready for him. My body aches for him with an intensity that rises with every second.
I feel his thick, steel-hard cock pushing against my folds, and slowly they give way, and he enters me, inch by inch. I move back against him as he fills me up completely. He places his hands on my waist, holding me in place as he rocks, first at an almost frustratingly slow speed, then increasing it at my urging.
Whimpers fill the room as I feel myself tethering on the edge.
“Declan,” I call his name over and over again, overwhelmed by the heights of passion that he pushes me to.
My orgasm tears through me so powerfully that I have to grip the headboard with one hand to keep it in place. Declan’s orgasm syncs with mine, and as waves of pleasure roll through me, he grunts, and hot liquid gushes into me.
We drift off to sleep, and the next time I wake up, it’s to the sound of my alarm blaring.
“I’ll get it,” Declan says.
I smile at the soreness between my legs. Declan throws a hand around my waist and pulls me close. I turn around and snuggle in his wide, hard chest. He makes me feel safe and loved. An illusion, I know, but I’ll take it for now.
Another softer alarm rents the air, and Declan grabs my phone and hands it to me. I read the message on the screen.
“You’re now ovulating,” Declan reads, and my face heats up.
It’s six a.m., and I’m glad that he can’t see my face. I should have turned off the notifications when I downloaded the fertility tracking app. How embarrassing.
“What’s that?” Declan says.
I explain it to him in as few words as I can manage.
“Oh,” he says when I finish talking. The change is subtle, but I feel it. He becomes restless. “This baby maker had better get up,” he says and gently pushes me off his chest.
“You’re not a baby maker,” I say, but my words lack conviction.
“Yes, I am,” Declan says, his voice hard. “Follow your advice. Don’t make this into more than what it is.”
Ouch.
“I’ll go make us some coffee,” Declan says, and after slipping on a pair of boxer briefs and a T-shirt, he leaves the room.
As I make the bed and slip on a nightshirt, I think back to my reaction when Declan threw my words back at me. I can’t understand why his words felt like a sword stab to my chest when they are the truth. I can’t afford to let myself develop feelings for Declan.
I make myself remember how it was in the beginning.
After Leonard and I hooked up against my mother’s wishes, he showered me with love and attention. I blossomed like a flower and became addicted to him. I’d never fallen in love with anyone before Leonard, and I poured all my emotions into it. Life stopped existing beyond Leonard. I lost contact with my friends, and I saw Mom less and less.