His hands closed around hers, soft yet commanding.“It’s fine.”
She looked up at him.Stared into his eyes.Her heart clenched.So did her pussy.“What if the owners come home?”
“They won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“I can smell it.”A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.“Plus I checked their answering machine.They’re in New York.Not expected back for another week.”
A frown dipped Regan’s eyebrows.“How can you joke?”
The smile on his lips vanished and he gazed down at her, face an unreadable mask of intensity.“I’m alive, Regan.You’realive.Is there any better reason to laugh at danger?”
Her chest tightened.“Let me help you,” she murmured.
He didn’t reply.Just stared back at her, devouring her face with his eyes as though her very countenance was his only nourishment.
Her breath quickened and she dropped her head, turning her attention back to his side.The trembling in her stomach, her limbs, was now a shudder, a bone-rattling shake threatening to rob her of her strength.Sightlessly, she stared at the bloody gash on Declan’s side, trembling fingers wavering above its raw surface.Oh, God.What was happening to her?A violent sob burst from her, and she fell to her knees, pressing her feverish forehead to Declan’s strong, hard thigh.“Wh-what’s wrong w-wi-with me?I can’t st-stop sh-sh-shaking.”The words were almost inaudible, a stuttered, choked breath.“I’m c-cold.”
Warm hands ran down her arms, under her knees and back, and suddenly she was lifted from the floor, held firmly against Declan’s chest.He gazed into her face, his heat folding around her like a velvet blanket.“It’s shock, love.That’s all.”He gave her a gentle smile.“You’ve had a wild day.You’re allowed to be a little shaken.”
They didn’t move for a long moment; Regan’s body shaking, Declan’s as still and solid as a statue.Until, heart pounding, Regan leant forward and placed her trembling, parted lips on his mouth.
Their tongues met.Slowly at first, each tasting the other with tender flicks and stabs.Regan traced the soft line of Declan’s bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth.He moaned his appreciation, crushing her closer to his chest.She placed her palm to his jaw, loving its angular strength, its stubbled texture on her skin.
A slight tremble shook her body and Declan pulled her tighter to his, as though willing to absorb the shock coursing through her.His tongue mated with hers, seeking, growing fierce with each penetrating caress.Demanding hers to be the same.
A wild beat erupted in her sex and she whimpered, tangling her fingers in his hair, tugging on the silken strands until his head lifted.“Your side,” she murmured, gazing into his smoldering eyes.
“My side is already healing,” he murmured back, brushing her lips with a feather-light kiss.“You are what counts now.”
“Warm me, Declan,” she whispered.“Make me burn.”
Desire flared in his eyes.He crushed her mouth with his, dragged his lips along her jaw line, up to her ear.“And burn…” In three strides he crossed the room, lowering her onto a golden, velvet chaise covered in over-sized, plush cushions.For a moment he did nothing but stare at her, smooth, broad chest rising and falling in ragged rhythm, muscles coiled, nostrils flaring.She couldn’t take it.She lifted her hand—a wordless plea.He took it, placed the soft flesh of her palm to his mouth, touching the tip of his tongue to the faint crease of her lifeline.
Her eyelids wanted to flutter closed but she kept them open.How could she close them?What would she do if, on closing them, she woke to discover itwasall a dream?
She watched his mouth worship her palm, her fingers.Watched him linger over the sensitive, almost ticklish underside of each knuckle, her pussy clenching with each nip and nibble.A hitching moan caught in her throat.Lord, just her hand…just her hand and she was liquid heat!
Blunt, even teeth worked a delicious path to the tip of her middle finger and, eyes still holding hers, he drew the long digit into his warm, wet mouth and sucked on its length in gentle pulses of pressure.Sending shards of electricity into her sex.She gasped, eyelids fluttering at the sublime pleasure engulfing her.
Lips circling that one finger, he curled his tongue around its base, flicking at the slight hollow between it and her index finger.Again, scorching jolts shot into Regan’s pussy.Again, she gasped.“Declan…” His name fell from her dry, parted lips in a hoarse breath.“Please…”
The word ignited silver fire in his grey eyes.He withdrew her finger from his mouth, the tiny nip he gave its tip filling her sex with sodden rapture.With slow and ever-so-steady intent, he lowered her hand to his chest.The hard pebble of his nipple rubbed against her palm and the overwhelming desire to trace its puckered form crashed over Regan.Yet before she spread her fingers to capture it, he slid her hand lower, down the flat curves of his stomach, along the jagged ridge of his scar, to the waistband of his boxers.
Regan’s heart froze.
The jutting head of his turgid shaft tenting the stolen boxers nudged her wrist.The contact sent her pulse flying.Declan sucked in a sharp breath, the connection obviously affecting him equally.The reaction shifted his body slightly, but it was enough.The bulbous dome of his cock head pressed to her wrist again and she sucked in her own swift breath.
It was too much.Such a simple caress, but it was too much.
The burning intensity of Declan’s stare stole her breath.As did the scalding bead of pre-come wetting her flesh, even through the silken boxers.Unable to take it any more, Regan let her eyes close and succumbed to the sensations consuming her.
The second Regan’s long lashes brushed her cheekbones, Declan moved.
Cock an aching, straining rod of steel, he leant forward and pressed his mouth to the smooth column of her neck, letting the kiss push her backward until he lay on top of her.Her firm, toned thighs hugged his hips, held him to her in an embrace he never wanted to break.Elbows resting on either side of her torso, he moved his hands to the torn edges of her tank top.With a reverence he couldn’t fathom, he pulled the material aside, his mouth drying at what he revealed.
Her breasts were perfect.Smooth, round and swollen with a desire he knew surged through her.He touched the tips of his fingers to each pinched nipple, a small smile playing with his lips at Regan’s hissed intake of breath.She moved under him, arching her body into his, pushing her hot sex closer to his throbbing cock.
