But I don’t stop. I continue to thrust into her, savoring the feeling of her walls clenching around my fingers.
Then I crawl up her body, my mouth a whisper from hers.
“Beg for me.”
Her eyes fling open, meeting mine. She hesitates, but only for a moment.
“Please fuck me, Declan.”
As desperate as I am to slam into her, I need a minute. Otherwise, I’ll probably come the second I’m inside her.
“Is that that best you can do? I want you toreallybeg for it, Claire.” I tease her opening with my cock. “Tell me everything you want me to do to you. In exact detail.”
CHAPTER SIX
CLAIRE
What the hellam I doing?
I don’t do things like this. I don’t have one-night stands with strangers in hotels. I don’t peel back my skin and reveal the raw, unvarnished truth about what I crave, not even to myself.
And I definitely don’t give voice to the darkest, dirtiest corners of my desires.
But here I am, perched on the edge of surrender, my heart pounding like a war drum.
I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t wanthim.
He’s a stranger I met in a bar, for crying out loud.
And maybe that’s preciselywhyI should do this.
He isn’t like every other person I’ve been with — small-town guys who lock up the second I ask for anything beyond basic missionary. Who’d look at me like I’ve grown horns if I suggest pulling my hair or biting me.
I’ve spent years pretending I’m content with boring and safe, because anything more makes me feel like I’m asking for too much.
And if I ask for too much, I’m scared I’ll chase them away.
But maybe just for tonight, I can give voice to all these things I’ve kept hidden. I can let myself want. Let myself be greedy.After all, I don’t have to worry about chasing Declan away. Not when I’ll never see him again.
Taking a breath, I push down the fear and let my desire overpower any feelings of shame.
“I want it rough.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. “Want you to stretch me open with that thick cock.” Heat spreads across my cheeks, but I keep going. “I want to feel it deep. Feel you everywhere. I want you to use me. Mark me. Spank me. Pull my hair. Make it hurt. And when you don’t think I can handle any more, I want you to keep going. I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll feel you for weeks.”
There. It’s out now. Exposed.
And the moment hangs between us like a live wire.
Declan stills, a muscle in his jaw flexing. Something carnal and untamed flickers in his eyes. He inhales like he’s trying to keep himself on a leash that’s already fraying.
“There’s just one problem with that.”
Heat rushes over my cheeks as my heart plummets to the pit of my stomach.
Of course. I’ve scared him off. Gone too far. Confirmed what I’ve always been afraid of.
“It’s okay,” I blurt out, averting my gaze. “I didn’t mean?—”
He cuts me off with a kiss that’s anything but gentle. He tastes like lust and desire. And I drink him in.
