Her brows knit together, and her eyes grow wary but are misted with a hint of delight, the perfect contradiction. “I should…” Her sentence hangs open.
“Nah, stay. I mean, it’s raining, it’s late, and I hear the foxes on the roads in this area are a complete killer this time of year.” I list many reasons but none of them are the real reason.
Her mouth opens then shuts before a sound squeaks out. “I guess one night wouldn’t hurt.”
“We did it once before,” I highlight.
Violet chuckles. “Kind of a different scenario, as we basically did the same thing, all night, over and over, thinking it would be a one-night kind of thing.”
“I won’t even leave a note on the pillow this time,” I promise.
She tries to suppress her smile from my remark, but I see her cheeks heighten. “I am kind of tired.”
“You’re staying. It’s a demand.”
Violet nods once and returns to the mattress, crawling on all fours, with the sultry look on her face shooting me a warning. “I guess I’m staying, so we can definitely…” She straddles me and leans down to run her lips down the line of my stomach, tracing my muscles. Her breath spreads lower and lower, causing my cock to twitch. But just before she moves the sheet hanging low on my waist, her body slithers back up to align our eyes together. “Sleep. We’re totally sleeping.”
She flops to the side with exhaustion, grabbing my arm like a freaking teddy bear.
I lick my lips at her effort to always tease me. “Then the only question left is if you will be sleeping naked or want to borrow a shirt? Either way, you will be accessible so I can slip right into you when I wake up.” I smirk, relieved that she’s staying.
Because I’m selfish, and if I can stretch our boundaries for this week, then I damn well will.
12
VIOLET
Waking up on my side, I instantly feel a delightful heaviness between my legs. The feeling of skin-on-skin contact, so warm and firm. I murmur as I stretch my body out, which only gives a certain man’s hand better access to my clit where Declan is currently working with his finger.
“Is this your way of waking me up?” I wonder and yawn.
Where Declan’s lips are dragging along my back feels extra sensitive this morning or maybe it’s the fact he hasn’t shaved yet and is sporting some stubble. I’m in a daze, trapped between the heavenly sleep I had in this man’s arms and his method of waking up which feels like a dream, because it’s so damn good.
“I warned you that I needed you accessible.” His gravelly morning voice is pure sin, and I feel my inner walls clench, even tighter when I feel his cock against my ass.
“You’re a man of action.” I look over my shoulder, and I wish the damn sun would come out to peek through the curtains and give me a better view of his face, but instead, it’s raining out, and Declan looks serious, on a mission.
I chuckle to myself because that’s not bad either. A blissful breath escapes me, that is until I notice the clock. “Shit, I need to get moving like now.”
“We can do that.” Declan teases my opening with the tip of his cock.
I groan with the struggle between giving in right now and responsibility.
“As in, I need to run home, shower and change, and grab my coffee before I open the store,” I clarify, yet I don’t make any effort to move.
“Shh, baby.” He grinds his body into my hips.
Oh no, he said baby. The female population’s weakness.
Five minutes later, after an orgasm to start my day, I’m getting dressed, and Declan emerges from the bathroom where he started the shower. He seems to be searching for some fresh clothes.
“Are you sure I can’t order some breakfast for you?” he double-checks.
“No, I really need to head out, plus Jolly Joe’s is calling. It’s kind of an essential part of the day, otherwise people send out search parties if they notice you don’t check in.” I tie up my hair. “You haven’t been yet since you’ve been in town? Yikes, you may want to fix that, otherwise people will talk.”
“Maybe I’ll stop by then. I would hate for people to think I’m some billionaire asshole,” he jokes, but I hear the hidden truth, I think, because he does care, since he is the opposite of what many people think.
I shrug a shoulder. “You should.” Looking around, I note that I have nothing left to throw on, and this is my moment to leave. “Well, I’ve gotta run.”
