My spine straightens when his finger presses firmly against my lips, indicating that I shouldn’t speak, only listen.
“I’m not going to sugarcoat this. Tonight is slightly out of the usual for me, in terms of my knowing you a little more than I probably should, considering what I’m about to do to you.” He tips his head gently to the side and a scoff escapes his mouth. “Why on earth would a party like this interest you, Violet?”
I’m not afraid nor shy of this man, maybe slightly in awe. Which doesn’t make sense either, because I’m used to hockey players, so starstruck isn’t me. If I had to pinpoint it, it’s his confidence in this situation, probably because I’m about to match it, and I’m not used to that. Not many guys can handle me.
Feeling bold, I dart the tip of my tongue between my lips to touch his finger, a mere poke, causing Declan’s eyes to blaze in surprise as he attempts to anticipate my next move.
I wrap my lips around his finger to suck, with one long stroke of my tongue, ensuring my eyes stay fixed with his, before I pop my lips off. “Stop questioning me, because I’m not making assumptions of why you do this, and trust me, I could make plenty.” My voice feels heavy with a yearning for us to move faster.
He chuckles under his breath, shifting his focus to his watch that he begins to undo. “Fine. I’ll just assume you are living a mundane small-town life and needed a thrill. You decided to play this game and got damn fortunate by ending up with me.” He holds his watch up before clasping his hand around it to place it in his pocket.
“You just assume that then.”
Truth be told, he nailed his theory. I love Lake Spark. I moved there to be closer to my brother and his growing family. Despite living in Ford’s shadow, I hold no resentment, and he’s key to my life. Not to mention, there was a perfect little store on Main Street that was calling my name.
“You’re not the type of woman to be fucked by a stranger.” Declan begins to unbutton his shirt.
I shimmy my dress down my body. “Do I even want to know what type of woman you think that is?” I step out of my dress in front of this man as if this is a normal occurrence.
He discards his shirt to the side, not even blinking an eye as he examines me in my black bra-and-panty set. “You smell like expensive roses, not perfume, but natural. You don’t need to put in the effort with your looks, and your smile is sweet. You’re the woman that some guy will bring home to meet his parents, which means you should never settle for someone who doesn’t give you conversation and effort.”
My eyes widen at his explanation. I should be flattered.
Dragging my hair to one side, I turn to offer him the clasp of my bra. “I do smell of expensive roses, because I own a flower shop.” I tremble slightly when he takes his time to unhook the strap, the back of his finger sliding along my skin, lingering and causing a ripple in my body, including my nipples that now peak.
“That’s what you do?”
“You never talk about me with Ford?”
“It rings a bell now from what your brother has mentioned, but I don’t make a habit of taking interest in a woman that I can’t fuck, to be honest.”
I have to smile to myself. I never knew he was so candid.
“But now you can have me,” I state the obvious.
Purposely, I wait to turn and face him, instead sliding the straps of my bra off my shoulders to toss the garment to the floor.
“I’m happy you highlight that. I would hate to be the boyfriend who can’t impress you with flowers since you own the flower shop,” he says metaphorically.
I chuckle softly. “Just means he has to be creative to catch my attention.”
I should feel vulnerable right now, but it’s only the opposite. I’m empowered by confidence brought on by undeniable attraction.
His warm hands land on the curves of my shoulders, and I feel him step closer behind me, our body heat becoming one.
“He shouldn’t need to be creative, unless he is compensating for something. Lucky for me, you’re single and here. Tonight, you have my full attention,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
My clit pulses from anticipation, while I clench my thighs to gather stability.
“Oh gee, only tonight,” I tease.
Declan’s hands fall to my hips, and he grips them. “Maybe you had my attention a little before too, which is why I already have ideas of exactly how I want to play with you.” He guides me by the waist to turn me around.
I try to suppress my smile because it’s a boost knowing someone has noticed you. I’m a confident person, but that doesn’t make a compliment worth any less.
Facing him, his gaze dips low, as I’m completely topless, and a smirk twists on the corners of his mouth.
“No going back,” he warns as his eyes graze back up to my mouth.
