Surviving (Surrender 2)

I give him a quick peck and leave the room to answer.

“Hello.”

“I’m so fucking sorry; please don’t hang up on me.”

“Charlotte, I’d never hang up on you. Beat your ass, yes. Hang up on you, no. It goes against the code.”

“Can we talk? Maybe meet for a drink?”

“I can’t tonight. I just got back from my parents’ house, and Declan and I have plans. But I’m available tomorrow afternoon. Want to meet for coffee sometime after lunch?”

“Yes, that sounds good. Please tell me you don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. I love you. We’ll talk tomorrow okay?”

“Okay, text with a time to meet you and I’ll be there.”

Declan is watching me from the doorway of the bedroom. He’s beautiful standing there in the muted light from the room without his shirt. My pulse picks up as I walk back to him. I run my hands along his scruffy jaw and stare into the eyes that melt my soul. We don’t say anything for a few minutes but look at each other. He breaks away first by picking me up, I straddle his waist and then he lays me down gently on the bed.

“No more interruptions?”

“No more.” I confirm.

He seals my mouth with a kiss and runs hands up my side and lifts my shirt as he goes. Once he removes the shirt, he flicks the clasp of my bra and pulls it down my arms. Lifting up so I can rub against his naked chest, I pull him all the way on top of me. He slides over to adjust his body weight but doesn’t let me go. Kissing down my chest until he reaches the swell of my breasts, he uses his tongue, lips and fingers to circle my nipples until their pebbled and aching.

I reach between us and unbutton his shorts. Once I get the zipper down, I slide my hand under his boxers and grip him lightly. He hisses against my chest and thrusts in my hand causing me to clasp tighter. I use my thumb to play with the tip but as soon as a bead of moisture slides out, he moves.

“Not yet baby, I’ve got plans for tonight. I want you to trust me. Can you do that?”

He looks mischievous as he bends backwards to his nightstand. When he comes back around, he has a blindfold in his hands.

“What is that?” I ask nervously.

“It’s a blindfold.”

“I know that but what are you going to do with it?”

“I’m going to cover your eyes then I’m going to tie you to the bed.”

“What?” I croak.

“I’ve been reading over the summer. I remembered some of the authors and books you read, so I bought them and read on the bus.”

“You’re kidding me?”

“Nope, and I gotta say, I still want to argue that you read porn that has been re-categorized as Contemporary Romance.”

“Hmmmph! Hardly, there’s always a love story.”

“If you say so but it did give me some great ideas.”

“Declan, I’m not sure what all you read, but there are some things that are pretty weird. I’m not sure I’m into those things.”

“I know our limits. I even blushed at some of the stuff, but I won’t do anything you can’t handle. Please trust me.”

The way he whispers into my ear turns my body molten. I reach up and kiss him. I really kiss him pouring my thoughts and feelings into the movement of my mouth against his. He pulls back and positions me on the bed, so my head is on top of my three favorite pillows and covers my eyes. The softness of silk is cool against my wrists as he secures them above my head on his headboard. He leaves them very loose, but I don’t pull away. I wait for him.

As he kisses his way down my body, I realize this is hot! I can’t see him or touch him, but every move he makes causes my body to react. After paying extreme attention to each of my breasts, he licks his way to my belly button and starts to undo my shorts. I try to kick off my sandals, and he helps me. He takes each foot and s