“You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” His voice is like a growl.
I shiver, the sensations running through me almost too much to bear. In one quick motion, Declan picks me up and carefully guides me into the warm water. I moan again as he strokes my wet skin, cupping his hand to make sure every inch of my body is wet. The bath is so big that I’m floating around on my back as Declan leans over me to flick his tongue back and forth over my nipples, his thick beard tickling my skin.
I reach for him, trying to pull him into the water. He laughs, standing up and pulling off his clothes. His body is huge and muscled, and his cock is enormous as it springs free.
My eyes get wider as he joins me in the water, wrapping my legs around his waist so he’s supporting my weight. I grind against him and he groans, kissing my neck.
“I want you inside me, but…”
“Is this too fast?” His breath is warm as his beard brushes my ear.
Shaking my head, I look up at him. “I’m a virgin. But I wantyou, Declan. I’ve never wanted anything so much. If you don’t mind my body and my scars, I–”
He silences me with a kiss, then pulls away to hold my head in his big, calloused hands. “You’re so beautiful, Peaches. Every part of you. Your scars are part of your history and that makes them part ofyou. And I want you; only you. I knew when I saw you. Hell, I knew it when I smelt your perfume in that hardware store and I hadn’t even seen your face.”
A warm glow envelops my body. Maybe I’m stupid, but I believe him. And my pussy is aching to have him inside me. I reach down for his cock, stroking back and forth inexpertly. I must be doing something right, because he closes his eyes and sucks his breath in.
“That’s right, gorgeous.” His thick fingers find my clit and begin to stroke and I moan again, my breasts slick against him as the water sloshes around us.
I gently pull him closer, my legs wrapped around him. He pulls back just a little, grabbing his cock and nudging it at my entrance. Slowly, he pushes the tip inside and a sharp pain makes my body tense. He rubs my clit, waiting until my body starts to relax. Even more slowly, he eases his huge length inside and the pain becomes pleasure.
I’m so full that it’s like I’ve been impaled on his cock. I moan as he gets even deeper, my pussy walls clenching. He drops his head to my breasts again as he nips and sucks my nipples, one hand under my butt and the other stroking my clit. He’s stretching me in ways I never imagined. The water splashes around us as he starts to thrust and my breasts bounce up and down. Groaning, his beard brushes against my ultra-sensitive skin as he pumps into me.
His biceps bulge as flips me around, his hand never leaving my clit. His hand splays on my lower back as he pumps inside me, the new angle making me moan even louder. The room is full of steam and sweat, the musky odor of sex everywhere as my core clenches. My eyelids flutter as I come hard, my pussy pulsing over and over again against his thick cock.
Declan’s groaning as he slides in and out of me, his touch commanding as I arch my back and push back onto his cock. He shouts my name as his hot seed pulses deep inside me. As our breathing slows down, my legs start to tremble again and he gently withdraws, cradling me in his arms.
“I’m going to wash you now.” He reaches for some shower gel, squeezing it into his huge palm. His touch is tender as he soaps every inch of my body and I lay back, my bones liquid again. He shampoos and conditions my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp in steady circular movements and I close my eyes.
He wraps me up in a towel, carrying me to his enormous bed. He brings me a glass of water as my eyes start to close, holding it to my lips and telling me to drink. Then he wraps himself around me and I drift off to a perfect, peaceful sleep.
Declan’s fast asleep when I wake up, the damp leaves outside the window blowing in the wind. He’s so handsome it makes my breath catch. His skin is tan from all the outdoor work, his bighands weathered, and there are small laughter lines around his eyes.
He looks peaceful. Unbothered.
But I’m not.
The longer I stare at him, the more anxious I get. I start to nibble on my nails, ruining the careful manicure I did last night.
What have I done? Mom used to warn me that guys would say anything to get their way. Have I fallen for a trick? Aunt Trish didn’t know if he was a player or not. What if he wakes up, sees my scars in the daylight and regrets everything? I couldn’t bear that. He’d be kind about it, but that would be even worse.
Better to go now, while I still have some self-respect.
Moving his arm out of the way, I tentatively slide out of his soft bed. Tiptoeing to another room, I locate my dress. It’s a little crumpled from last night, but it’s dry. I put it on, the slide of the silk reminding me of Declan crouching between my thighs outside in the rain.
I try to push the memory away. I can’t think of him like that. I need to keep myself safe. I must have been crazy last night to reveal so much of myself. To undress in front of him, to show him my scars.
The ground is muddy as I step outside. Albert stares at me from the porch and I give him a dejected wave. It’s still raining, but it’s more like a mist than a heavy downpour. The sky is a gloomy shade of gray as I trudge through the mud. At least my cabin is probably only a thirty-minute walk away, at most.
My heart is aching, but I try to blank out the pain.
I’ve had a lot of practice doing that, after all.
Chapter Seven
DECLAN
I’m in the middle of a dream—the kind of dream you don’t want to wake up from. Georgia’s walking toward me, her red dress pushed up over her thighs and her lips that same bright red shade. She runs her hand down between those luscious tits and then between her thighs, looking directly at me. I start to run towards her when a thumping noise wakes me up.
